"God, Cherion... what are you even made of? Why are you so cursedly sweet?"
Zarius hitched Cherion higher against his hip, his large hand locked firmly under Cherion's thigh, and carried him straight down the secondary corridor. He didn't stop until the corridor hit a hard dead end.
The second Cherion's back hit the wall at the end of the hall, Zarius crowded him in, cutting off all light and air until Cherion had nowhere left to shrink.
"Zarius..." Cherion started, but the name dissolved into a high, broken gasp as Zarius buried his face straight into the crook of his neck.
Zarius's mouth didn't just skim his skin. He hovered close, his ragged breath burning against Cherion's neck, before he sank his teeth into the sensitive skin right over his pounding pulse.
The unexpected sting made Cherion bite his tongue so hard he tasted copper. He swallowed down a cry, forcing himself quiet against the empty hall, even as the sudden burst of pain shot a fierce heat straight to his core.
