whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Thankfully, when Loren said the magic word, Nate finally gave the healer what he wanted. Moaning as the doctor's finger slipped inside, the Launceleyn instinctively clenched. Hissing a bit, he took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax. He had practice, so it didn't take him long. It helped as the other man's lips and tongue continued to slide up and down Loren's hard length. The hand in Nate's hair controlled the pace, the healer's hand growing more sure. His other hand reached around the doctor's body again. Once again the Launceleyn scratched down the other man's back, coming to rest on the professor's ass.
Loren squeezed it, grinning as he did, meeting Nate's blue eyes with the healer's own. He nodded to let the doctor know the Launceleyn could handle another finger.
what goes, let go
LOREN
