The fingers in his hair, the swipe of tongue against his bottom lip - a sudden heat pooled low in Lucanis' stomach that was almost entirely unfamiliar to him but felt like a strike with the need that it brought with it. His cot could barely hold the one, but there was a clear patch of wall right behind them and just two steps to push Davrin back against it.

He had always scoffed at his cousin's seduction, but now he was starting to realize the level of self-control that needed to be necessary to stop kissing someone once you started. Or maybe it was just Davrin that was so addicting.

"Orsacchiotto," he repeated, a little bit embarrassed that it had slipped out but determined to go forward with it now that it had. He let go of Davrin's waist to reach up to trace the scar over his eye again, like he had in the bath, right before they agreed to this hunt.

"Big bear."