With a small simper, Luciano trailed featherlight kisses along his jaw. He could feel the heat building between them, igniting a familiar primal urge deep within his core. The skin of the mortal was warm and soft against his lips, his vanilla scent intoxicating. He could hear the quickening of his breath the more he nipped at his neck and he revelled in the soft sighs that escaped his lips. They spurred him onward to travel all the way up to the corner of his mouth.
As he hovered back over him tentatively close, he made sure that his lips were brushing against his, barely grazing. Giovanni trembled slightly as he moved closer to his lips, their breaths mingling in the charged silence. The air crackled with anticipation and the tension mounted with each passing moment.
When the mortal tried to close the distance between them, he purposefully pulled back.
