"Don't hold back," Soren murmured, his voice a low, sultry purr. "I want to hear every little sound you make."
Riven shivered again, his hands clinging to Soren's shoulders as he fought to keep his composure. But it was impossible when Soren's hands were so tender and knowing, tracing every inch of his ears like they were his favorite toy.
Eventually, Soren pulled back just enough to look at him, a soft smile curving his lips. He lay down beside Riven, pulling him close until they were tangled together, legs entwined. Soren continued to toy with his ears, one hand idly petting through his hair while the other traced soothing circles on his back.
They stayed like that—cuddling, warm and pressed together—while Riven's eyelids grew heavy. Soren kept stroking his ears, his touch possessive yet gentle, and Riven couldn't help but let himself sink into the comfort, feeling safe and undeniably cherished in Soren's embrace.
