Stuttering, breathy moans escape him now. His meagre grasp of Hythlodaeus' shirt serves as his only leverage as he ruts slowly against the leg between his thighs. It's not enough It's never enough. He uses the break from their kiss to gasp for air, withholding nothing from his bonded.

Ahh, how stifling their flesh and blood forms are, he thinks desperately. He craves the touch of his bondmate's soul, the surety of their embrace, the purity of their love. A pity that the closest they can approach bliss is through the physical expression of their desire.

That said, he has never felt more secure than he does now in their grasp. "'Daeus," he whispers breathlessly, staring up at his lover. "Tell me what you want of me."