Slow was good, really. It was probably what Lucanis needed far more.

But he still wanted.

Lucanis was a quick study at kissing, opening his mouth to it, urging Davrin on, following his movements He was so hungry for the other man he felt like he would never be satisfied, every carefully teasing touch leaving him desperate for more. He moved when Davrin moved, thighs spread to make space for the warrior between them, one knee brought up to rub against the side of Davrin's hip. The hands grasping at Davrin's side started tugging up that tunic, a little at a time. Slow. Trying to match Davrin's pace even as Lucanis was near ready to beg.