His one hand went on Soren's right elbow and the other stayed on his left shoulder. As soon as Zale's heated breath tripped on his skin, he stiffened in his arms like a wet cat. He didn't quite understand the ravishing sensation that made him want to be enveloped more in Zale.
"You smell simply enticing Soren." Zale gasps in excitement, his eyes shutting in satisfaction. Without caring about anything else, with his boosting burning itch, he remained writhed on his neck. Slow and nice, he kept leaving a feather-like whiff on Soren's neck.
Soren couldn't resist his stimulating desires and trembled uncontrollably. His hands moved on his own and when couldn't withstand his desire he pressed on Zale's both sides, gripping his shirt tightly and pulling him closer to him.
