Lucanis was not immune to the memories of being tied up half-naked on Davrin's bed, either. Davrin's wonderful comfortable bed that smelled like him, that felt like safety. Probably a better spot than a blanket in the middle of the forest, but - Lucanis had no such memories of this kind of act to grasp at or feel self-conscious about. It was only this, it was only with Davrin. He could not get enough.

Still, the 'have mercy' had him slowing, one more sucking kiss to Davrin's throat. Hopefully one of those left a mark, and it only added to the fire in Lucanis remembering how open the other man wore his shirts, how it would be shown off.

"Truly?"

He could slow, he could behave, but Maker Davrin was addictive.