Man or Mountain
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Ace Ryn Knight
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"Queenscove."
The word tickled his ear and sent warmth dancing up his spine. A grin tugged at his mouth and he smiled against his companion's ivory skin. He nipped wickedly at the base of the other's throat, while a whisper of a laugh nestled in his heart.
Pale fingers, lined with the wear that comes from years of swordplay, danced across his cheek to push him away.
Neal rolled his eyes and sighed. "Honestly Joren, are you a mountain or a man?"
The blonde glared, eyes flashing with a glacial coolness. "Man." He answered, leaning into the rough embrace of the oak at his back, "And don't do that. Not where anyone can see."
The mage cocked a brow, green eyes revealing his skepticism. "Really?" he dipped his head to brush a kiss across the shorter man's brow as one hand trailed its way downward. "Because you squeak like a girl."
The younger man gasped, his peppermint breath scenting the cool evening air.
"Shut up and kiss me."
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In all honesty I'm not sure how it happened either.