Mi'Enasalin licks Thren's cheek because he's a weirdo.
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Does it surprise him to feel Mi’Enasalin’s tongue against his cheek? Thren almost wished it did. Instead, the moment he feels it, he turns his head quickly, trying to catch the tongue with his teeth. Mi’Enasalin’s faster, and it doesn’t surprise him, shifting from biting the air to biting the other man’s lower lip.
With the excuse of trying to bite his tongue in revenge, Thren presses their lips together, prying Mi’Enasalin’s open and trying to coax his tongue out of his mouth to be bitten. Once there, however, Thren quickly forgets his intent. Mi’Enasalin’s hands slid into his hair and tug, pulling his head back and a sound halfway between a moan and a snarl from his throat. Thren’s own hands press against Mi’Enasalin’s scalp, nails digging into the skin.
It’s not long before Thren forgets most things other than fighting against Mi’Enasalin’s lips on his, the press of his body, the strength of his grip. He was going to lose, he always did, he knew he did, but he always fought as hard as he could anyway. That was the point after all.
