Syryn woke up tangled in the arms of his anti mage lover. He could scarcely believe that it had happened. After how long he had pined for the man, Syryn had finally bedded him. And he found that Rowan was insatiable. The anti mage's excessive libido was fed by his endless reserves of energy and Syryn bore the brunt of Rowan's night long ministrations. The mage wasn't complaining though. He loved every moment of it.
Hickeys trailed down his body like the path of a shooting star that left the marks of its journey on his flesh. It began from Syryn's neck, then peppered into a constellation along his chest. His thighs were also marked by the anti mage who seemed to have taken quite the liking to the silky skin there.
A sleepy kiss at the nape of his neck brought a smile to his face. Rowan's arm was draped over his waist and the anti mage tugged Syryn closer so that their bodies were flush against each other.
"Hungry?" Rowan asked. His voice was scratchy from sleep.
