Ren's face went a shade deeper of crimson. Even now, in the middle of this wreck of a night, Cilian couldn't help himself from saying all sorts of things. The embarrassment burned through the haze of Ren's desire, and he snapped, his voice trembling but sharp.
"Just shut up for one second! Would it kill you to not speak at all?"
Cilian let out a rich, breathy laugh that vibrated against Ren's skin. He didn't look offended; if anything, the spark of fire in Ren's eyes seemed to intoxicate him further.
"If I don't verbally admire you, Ren," Cilian whispered, leaning down until his nose brushed against Ren's, "then should I do it physically?"
He didn't wait for an answer. His left hand began a slow, agonizing trail down Ren's trembling chest. He moved past the ribs, past the stomach that was fluttering with nerves, until his fingers found the heat of Ren's hard dick, causing Ren to flinch.
