Lysander's mouth crashed against Kaelen's with raw hunger, tongue driving deep and claiming every inch of wet heat. His hand fisted in Kaelen's hair, yanking him closer as their lips slid and pressed, spit slicking between them. Kaelen moaned into the kiss, getting weak from the force of it.
Alistair didn't wait. He grabbed Kaelen's jaw and turned his face, smashing their mouths together next. His tongue pushed past Kaelen's lips, licking into him with filthy, open-mouthed strokes while Lysander's teeth dragged down Kaelen's throat. The two men took turns devouring his mouth, swapping spit, sucking on his tongue, biting at his lower lip until it swelled red and wet.
