Soren hovered above him, eyes dark and focused, taking in every inch like he was trying to memorise him all over again.
"You're staring," Riven muttered, a touch flustered, his ears twitching despite the heat rising to his cheeks.
Soren's lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. "Of course I am," he murmured. "You're mine to admire."
Without another word, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to Riven's forehead.
Then another followed on the bridge of his nose, then between his brows. Soren's hands never strayed far, cradling Riven's face like he was the most precious thing in the world.
He continued downward, each kiss like a sacred offering. A brush of lips against Riven's cheek. One at the corner of his mouth—just enough to make him exhale shakily. Then his chin. His throat.
"Soren…" Riven whispered, voice caught between flustered and wanting.
