The pleading softness in Lucien's voice made Zephyr's heartbeat stutter, and a shuddering breath escaped his lips.
He wrapped his hand around the hard length he had touched earlier and began stroking it with deliberate, measured strength, drawing a low moan from the person above him. His own breathing grew hoarse when he heard Lucien gasp and tremble. Lucien's hands instinctively reached down to grab Zephyr's hair, burying Zephyr's face against his neck.
Zephyr didn't pause. He leaned closer, pressing his lips to Lucien's throat before kissing and lightly sucking at his Adam's apple. His other hand slipped beneath Lucien's shirt, his palm brushing over his waist and lingering against the hot skin there. It wasn't as smooth as a woman's, but neither was it as rough as his own. His fingers traveled higher, eventually reaching the familiar soft bud on Lucien's chest—the one he hadn't been able to touch to his heart's content when Lucien had been guiding him outside the dungeon.
