Heldon's heart skipped two beats.
“Tival?" Heldon's voice came out breathy and light. His mind blanked out as if he had stared into the sun.
What did he say first? What did he do first?
Tival's gaze didn't land on Heldon's eyes, instead, it fixated on his hand above him, still sluggishly dripping blood. Even though Tival's skin had begun to bloom bronze again, he was still too pale.
In a flash, Tival clasped Heldon's hand and brought it down to his lips. Heldon, too startled to react, just watched as Tival's full lips massaged and sucked at the meat of his palm, tongue lavishing circles across the cut.
He still hadn't acknowledged Heldon, which made him think that the rugged dirty blond beneath him was in a survival bloodlust state. It tracked since a giant sword had run him through
