The Earthen brought Tarin to him and kissed his face. He traced his Warrior’s cheekbones with his tongue, then bit his earlobe and moved his tongue behind Tarin’s ear. Tarin shivered. Sam trailed his mouth along Tarin’s jawline and stopped at his chin. He gently nibbled at Tarin’s lips, which opened to him. Their tongues dueled in a fever of need; each trying to taste the depths of the other’s mouth.
Sam drew his lips over his lover’s chest. He stopped at Tarin’s brown nubs, nibbling, sucking, and laving the tips until they pebbled beneath his tongue. He ran his hands through the hair on Tarin’s chest, playing with the whorls over his pecs.
“I must apologize. Since Nezier died I have not used the depilatory cream. I’ll go and…”
“Don’t apologize, I love your chest hair. I like knowing yo
