Lion Head Mesa [sc] [M] Diamonds Under my Eyes

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A thin arm wrapped around his neck, onyx lips pressed to pink, and Machiavelli's eyes widened in surprise, before settling closed. He decided then that he would have Izaiah.

Turning his head, his tongue slipped from his mouth into the other's, wrapping around the berry and pulling it free. The fellahin drew his head back, meeting the man's hazel gaze with disgusting smugness as the fruit burst between his teeth with a succulent pop.

Machiavelli leaned in again, his mouth pressing against Izaiah's hungrily. The taste of him, mingling with the berry's flavor, sent shivers cascading down his spine. He kissed him deeply, greedily, until his lungs burned for air. Forced to pull back, his chest heaved with each breath, and he gazed at Izaiah through half-lidded eyes.

Cupping the Sesh’s dark jaw in his hand, the halfbreed's voice emerged as a sultry purr. Shall we go somewhere more private, Izaiah? he murmured, dragging a thumb across the man's lips.