Ephram leaned into Nero's personal space, if any such space was left between them now. That hand on his was warm and welcome. The eyes regarding him were dark and appraising. Ephram smirked. Nero knew how to play this game.
Slowly, wondering how much leeway he had here on the Commodore's ship, Ephram pressed closer. His breath touched Nero's lips first, scented with the Rihannsu ale and warm with promise. "A fine vintage should be...appreciated to its fullest," he murmured. Then his lips touched Nero's.
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Date: 2009-09-19 09:49 pm (UTC)Ephram leaned into Nero's personal space, if any such space was left between them now. That hand on his was warm and welcome. The eyes regarding him were dark and appraising. Ephram smirked. Nero knew how to play this game.
Slowly, wondering how much leeway he had here on the Commodore's ship, Ephram pressed closer. His breath touched Nero's lips first, scented with the Rihannsu ale and warm with promise. "A fine vintage should be...appreciated to its fullest," he murmured. Then his lips touched Nero's.