Concrete, familiar, trustworthy… Rook is all those things for Epel. He knows even if this whole situation is crazy and weird and he’s not sure how to feel about it overall that he’s at least safe with Rook. He can’t fathom what’s going to satisfy the burning inside of him, the arousal that’s more intense than anything he’s felt during his own time exploring before now. But Rook’s there and touching him and oh.

The slightly ticklish nibbles that sent tiny shivers down his spine suddenly changed into a tidal wave when Rook’s lips really bit him. He didn’t catch the cry that came out, part shocked and part… absolutely filthy even to his own ears. His fingers tugged on Rook’s hair and instinctively his hips pressed downward. Apparently he likes that a lot. Did it always feel like that? Epel has no way to know but right now it feels really good and drives his desire deeper, the need for something so he can crest the top…

It’s so different than hurried jerk off sessions when he’s sure he has a moment alone.