Caspian's reactions were slowed from the alcohol in his veins, but he didn't appreciate being apart from Asher.
He sat up on his knees with a pout on his face, blindly reaching for him.
Asher's precious hold on his control snapped then and he surged forward, claiming Caspian's lips as they both fell back on the bed.
Caspian's dress shoes were the first to go, his new nails destructive as they raked off the buttons on Asher's shirt.
Asher broke off their kiss with an impatient growl, pulling his shirt off easily with all his buttons gone.
Caspian welcomed Asher's weight back on him, his fingers sinking into his hair.
Not counting Asher's brief rut, it had been so long that it made them both desperate, their kisses sloppy, hands pawing at clothing.
Asher broke the kiss again, disapproving of how much clothing Caspian still had on.
