Ayen could vaguely sense his surroundings; his whole attention was on the tongue that was devouring the insides of his mouth and the hot kisses leaving marks all over his body.
Water cascaded through their skin, and yet he barely felt any of it. Khal's and Devion's lips were far too vivid for him to make out anything else.
"Mmh..." Ayen let noises escape his mouth; he never tried to suppress them.
He heard a chuckle as soon as the lips hungrily claiming his withdrew. Hands then brushed Ayen's hair. "Ayen's so good at kissing now," Devion's voice resounded, praising.
Ayen opened his eyes and met two pairs of eyes staring at him. Their bodies were so close to each other, hands caressing Ayen's skin.
"I don't think so." Ayen swallowed, and his hands also began to roam around their bodies. The lather on their bodies became a mess, but none of them actually cared.
