Jade Fern Grove Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness

He closes his eyes at the warm feeling of Midar's tongue over his ear, shivering a little and relaxing under the touch. The words that follow spark a slow-burning flame in his chest, a growing heat he doesn't have words to describe. It's not desire; in fact, the feeling is almost entirely foreign to him. He feels content yet restless somehow, as if standing at the precipice of something... big. Something he doesn't really understand, and isn't sure he's ready to.
I hope you know I'm still mad at you, He murmurs playfully to distract himself, turning slightly to fix his good eye on his lover. The handsomeness of his features strikes him unexpectedly, and he's overwhelmed by a familiar wave of self-consciousness, gaze averting a moment later. Super mad. He adds unconvincingly, leaning closer to kiss Midar's cheek gently. His pulse picks up a little, stomach fluttering as he takes in the man's scent. At this proximity, he's certain Midar could ask anything of him and he'd give it readily, mad or not.