The hallway was suddenly severe; depression hit the air as the sound of wet tongues and lips sucking desperately on each other echoed across the space.
Their hands tangled all over each other's clothes, pressing their bodies closer and wishing their attire could just vanish, letting them feel that delicious warmth they had missed from each other's skin.
Elian slammed against Lucien's chamber door and groaned, clutching Lucien's collar tightly.
"Ugh... easy..." he murmured, burying his face in Lucien's neck.
Lucien suddenly froze, his eyes shooting down to Elian's chest. "No, no..." he shook his head, his hands lowering around Elian's waist.
"What?" Elian asked, his voice breaking when he saw Lucien slowly start to withdraw from him.
"I can't... we can't. This was a mistake, a bad idea–"
"Please..." Elian whispered, cupping Lucien's jaw and pressing their foreheads together, "I need to feel you–"
