It didn't feel like rejection, Davrin was careful enough about it that. Lucanis was also willing to trust his experience enough to set the pace, even if all Lucanis really wanted right then was to run against Davrin until they were both panting and desperate and-

He ducked down to press another quick kiss to Davrin'a throat, this one soft, tender.

"Of course, amore mio."

He relaxed his grip on Davrin's thigh, pulling back a bit until he could lay next to the other man rather than on top of him. Slightly less temptation. Slightly.

"... even though I would have won had we continued, of course."

What was there to win? Didn't matter.