Narcyz gasped as he heard Cosmos' head hit the wall. For a moment, he thought the god was pulling away, but then suddenly lips were pressed to his neck, and Narcyz felt every bone in his body melt slightly. "A-ah--ahhn..." Narcyz gasped out, his hands clinging to Cosmos' hair and shoulders, his shirt, anywhere he could grab. He tilted his head so that he could see Cosmos out the corner of his eye, his chest heating up at the look in the god's eyes. Oh, he wanted to know what Cosmos was going to say. He needed to know--
Narcyz tilted his head back and keened softly as Cosmos' lips trailed down his neck. It was strange, so strange; he wasn't usually so sensitive, so needy. Narcyz prided himself in being a good kisser, and not so easily reduced to a flushed, moaning mess by a simple kiss on the neck. But everything felt charged, every emotion and every nerve in his skin, and he tugged at Cosmos' head gently, earnestly, wanting the god to continue.
Narcyz tilted his head back and keened softly as Cosmos' lips trailed down his neck. It was strange, so strange; he wasn't usually so sensitive, so needy. Narcyz prided himself in being a good kisser, and not so easily reduced to a flushed, moaning mess by a simple kiss on the neck. But everything felt charged, every emotion and every nerve in his skin, and he tugged at Cosmos' head gently, earnestly, wanting the god to continue.