Unable to stop himself, Jamal reached out, took Xaloc's hand, and interlaced their fingers. He leaned down, ran his fingers gently through his hair, and caressed Xaloc's cheek with his thumb.
Xaloc was ever so gently pushed into the touch, the question still burning in his eyes.
"Like Lux would leave your side if I am not there when you are still unconscious."
"Oh!" He had not considered that at all. He pulled Jamal to the bed and flipped over straddling him, "But for you to be mentioning another man in front of me, have I left you wanting for long, eh, my Empress." He drew his words, seductively watching with glee as the purple eyes of his lover darken dangerously.
