Sinbad's fingers slid from where they had been considering a healing wound on Proteus' shoulder, down the center of his chest. Proteus tightened under the suddenly intimate touch, and Sinbad's finger stopped its downward movement. Without a word, Sinbad reached around him and tangled his fingers in Proteus' loose hair, slowly drawing the prince closer.
Their mouths slid together softly, and Proteus couldn't help the moan that escaped him. He opened his mouth to Sinbad's enquiring tongue, and for a moment, they took the time to explore this new domain of their friend – lover.
Moving closer, Proteus trapped Sinbad's hand between them. Sinbad pulled away from him, breaking off the kiss with a groan. "Proteus?" he whispered.
Proteus nodded, reaching up to cup Sinbad's face, fingertips caressing his tanned skin, skating over his cheekbones. "I want this. I want you."