For the second time that night, Asher had his mate pinned against the bathroom counter, Caspian losing hold of the toothbrush in his hand as they tasted each other's tongues.
Asher was right, Caspian tasted like sugary sweet wine, his soft moans just as delectable as he deepened the kiss.
Caspian melted right into the kiss, his body pliant and boneless against the marble counter.
His free hand not pinned down to the counter found its way into Asher's hair, his grip tight enough to make Asher hiss into the kiss.
Although they were languid and drowsy from the wine, their kisses were anything but tame.
Caspian sucked on Asher's tongue piercing and it felt like he had been given a shot of pleasure through a syringe.
He let go of his mate's slender wrist in favor of getting off the bathrobe which was barely hanging on to his lithe body.
