The Sunspire i don't see red 'cause

Taikon leans into the touch, a bright burst of summer hues trailing a warm afterglow over Zephyr's heart. It isn't enough, of course. He presses closer, bodily now, fur mingling. Intoxicated by the feeling, he continues to press kisses along the man's jaw, working his way down to his neck. Heat coils in his belly, rich autumn swirls now, drawing a faint, breathy whine from him. He isn't thinking about anything — Takiyok and his mother and Phillip and his family waiting for him at home, all of those simply vanish. Only he and Taikon exist right now, as far as he's concerned.