Morningside Cuesta didn't ask too many questions, didn't have too much to say

The stranger did not answer with words— instead, he drew closer, his eyes telling Alarian all he needed to know. He didn't miss the pause, though he couldn't have known the reason for it. Dude kept going, so whatever, right?
This time wasn't like with Samothes— he was not a trembling, stammering mess. He felt strange and hazy; at once too exhausted and too wired to be the wreck he usually was. All he knew right now was that he wanted this. More than anything, he wanted to feel desired; worth something, even if it was only this.
At the contact, he bent his own head to preen along the side of the male's neck, and further as he moved alongside him. The nip sent a shiver down his spine; he returned with his own, soft and teasing. In a way, he was grateful there were no more words exchanged— this was easier. Less attached. He would not ask the male to return to him if he didn't know his name, or how charming he was. It was better that way, overall, even if he really didn't regret Samothes.