[He hears that call like a challenge and he can't help meeting it. Any intention to take his lover in slowly is throw out entirely as Chris shifts his legs wider over Kyle's hips and takes him down to the root without preamble. It sends a spike of sensation up his spine that has Chris moaning and tossing his head back with the pleasure. He's greedy and needy, however, and he grinds down on Kyle before finally placing his hands on the other man's shoulders and giving a roll of his hips. The friction is intense and his body is quick to turn tight around his lover, but he continues their deep, if languid, pace.

Green eyes stare down at Kyle, golden curls framing the cleric's face as a black light traces over his hands where they meet skin. A chilled bite ripples under Kyle's skin, bringing with it an ache that's slow to bury itself into his muscles.]

Gods...how you stretch me...how deep in me you are. Only sorry I can't have more. But you can....you can take this from me, can't you, lovely? Can you feel my magic sinking into you?