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Ryneth swallowed, like he was unable to formulate any words.

That would be a first.

Stepping in close enough to feel the heat coming off him, Daven slid one hand over Ryneth’s waist, slow this time, his thumb brushing the edge of the open shirt before dragging over the hot skin beneath.

Ryneth jerked under the touch and bared his teeth, that sharp little snarl breaking free when he got too wound up to stop it.

Daven smiled. Good Light, he loved that too. The way Ryneth went soft and vicious at the same time, like he didn’t know whether to run or climb into his lap.

“Watching you fight out there nearly drove me insane,” Daven said, his mouth brushing the corner of Ryneth’s. “You have any idea what you looked like?”

Ryneth’s fingers caught in Daven’s damp shirt. His eyes flashed, bright and wide and furious in a way that only made him prettier. “Daven…”

“Mm.” Daven grazed his mouth over Ryneth’s lower lip without quite kissing him. “All lit up. Hair a mess. Looking at me like you wanted to bite.”

He kissed him then, slow for half a second, just enough to make Ryneth lean in, then bit down on his lower lip and took the sound that tore out of him.

Blue sparks snapped between them. Static jumped across Daven’s jaw and the glass behind Ryneth in sharp bright bursts.

Daven only tightened his grip. “What?” he murmured, dragging his lips over Ryneth’s again without giving him enough. “You don’t like it when I do that?”

Ryneth grabbed a fistful of his shirt. “You know I do.”

“Yeah,” Daven drawled. “I know.”

He kissed him harder, one hand in his hair now, the other at his waist, crowding him back into the glass until a rough, helpless sound broke out of him. Daven felt it like a reward.

“That sound,” Daven breathed against his mouth, already half gone on it. “Do that again.”

Ryneth did.

His fingers slid from Daven’s shirt to his throat, palm flattening there like he wanted to feel how badly he’d gotten to him, then he bit Daven’s lower lip sharp enough to sting.

A rough sound tore out of Daven before he could stop it.

Ryneth froze for half a second, eyes going wide like he hadn’t expected to get that much out of him. The flush in his face deepened.

Daven grinned. “There he is.”

Ryneth swallowed, still holding his throat. His hips jerked once against Daven’s thigh before he could stop them.

Daven felt it, and he went still in an instant.

“Easy.” He slid a hand down to Ryneth’s waist again, thumb pressing in just enough to make him shiver. “Don’t get impatient on me now, baby boy.”

Ryneth made that helpless sound again, and Daven wanted to ruin him for it. “You started this.”

“Mm.” Daven brushed his mouth over Ryneth’s again, giving him just enough to make him ache. “And I’ll finish it.”

He let his teeth scrape lightly over Ryneth’s lower lip before kissing him once, deep enough to make his knees soften.

“At my rhythm,” Daven purred against his mouth. “You’ll get what you want. I’ll make sure of it.”

Ryneth’s fingers tightened at his throat. His breath caught. “Daven…”

“That’s right.” Daven smiled against his mouth. “Use my name when you need something.”

He kissed him once more, deep enough to make Ryneth sway, then stopped with his forehead braced against Ryneth’s for one hard second while they both fought for breath. “Not yet.” His thumb brushed once over Ryneth’s jaw. “Come with me. I want to show you something.”