He couldn’t help himself when his eyes trailed the now exposed body of the other. His skin was so smooth and perfect that he was actually taken aback. For once he was glad that he hadn’t bothered to glove his hands. Just his eyes moved up to his when his hood was pulled down and his lips instantly pressed back to his; eyes fluttering closed this time, trusting him enough to do so as well as the privacy he was setting to the room.

When his back touched the door he moved his fingers to the front of his jacket and quickly, but smoothly, unzipped it; being careful not to let his lips pull away from his as he did so. Underneath it was nothing since the cold had practically no effect on him: revealing porcelain skin so pale it was nearly translucent now that he was exposed to the dim light of the inn bedroom. His jacket fell to the floor unceremoniously as he moved his hands to Nikolai’s hips, urging them closer to his own before sliding his cool fingers up his skin. His touch warmed as he drunk in the warmth of the naked body against him.

One hand found its way into his hair, his slender fingers tangling into the white locks of hair with need while the other moved with a gripping trace towards his opposite hip. His grips and trails were becoming more claiming the longer this continued, and soon he felt the shift below his waist. With much more strength than one might have expected, he pushed away from the door, leading Nikolai towards the bed; all the while his lips continued to move with his, never letting him move away enough to lose that alluring taste.

Once at the bed he slowly, but without pause, leaned Nikolai back onto it. He moved over him gracefully with his knees pressing into the bed on either side of his hips. Only then did he move his hands away from him and set them to the fastening of his own pants where he started to undo them. His lips finally pulled back from his and his nose tilted the other’s head to the side with a nudge at his jaw line. His lips moved up along that jaw and then down into the crook of his neck; inhaling his scent there before softly biting.

Najima unzipped his own jacket, and Nikolai’s hands took advantage, sliding up against the cool skin. Smooth and perfect under his fingertips, no gooseflesh, or impurities to be found. The heavy thunk of the jacket meeting the ground went unnoticed as the fae surrendered himself to the sensations, the feeling of being desired once more.

His hands pressed against skin as his fingers slipped just under the waistline of the binding legwear. As the angelic lover became more claiming in his grip, Nikolai’s own became equally claiming with need. Severe intensity suddenly pressed against Nikolai’s heart while allowing himself to be steered backwards, trusting Najima explicitly. With the welcoming bed now pressed against his back, Najima straddled atop of him, the fae pushed against the fabric as it was unfastened, revealing strong hips.

The angelic man found his neck, a sharp hissing intake of breath hitched in his throat for a moment. It was as a spark of flame that darted through his nerves, making his body yearn to melt. With a low, playful growl, Nikolai rolled them over. A trail of kisses snaked its way down as he slid off the bed slowly, stopping at the belly button where his tongue pressed slowly into the dip.