Eimr pulled him flush against him, his still half erect penis once more pressed to Tyren’s. “We ought to go get cleaned up. Don’t forget your scarf an’ coat.”
The two leaned in to kiss, Tyren’s eyes fluttering shut during the moment. But when they pulled away from each other, a stern, irked scowl was on his face. “Thanks for the drugs,” he started, turning to march over to his clothes and pluck them off the ground. Once he stood again he turned to look back to Eimr. “This won’t happen again.”