Deepwood Weald If you're gonna be the death of me, that's how I want to go

He finds it difficult to come up with a response with so much of Midar's body pressed against him. He's never felt this close to him before, even during their frequent couplings, and it's more than a little distracting. He swallows, opening his mouth to question his lover a half-beat before he feels his teeth against his skin; the words quickly die in his throat, melting into a soft whine instead. He sucks in a breath, only finding his voice when Midar's trail of nips ends. That's — not fair, He says breathlessly, trying to sound indignant, but he makes no further attempt to escape.