Assan and Spite were really the only things standing between them and a possible untimely end out here in the open, but the normally paranoid Lucanis couldn't bring himself to care. Not when Davrin's mouth was against his neck and it felt like everything inside of him was on fire, pulse rapid with the excitement. Hands trapped - and Fuck why did he wear an undershirt today? - he can't pull Davrin as flush as he wants to be, so that leg tightens again as Lucanis bucks his hips up, panting, swearing, every sensation near overwhelming.