(Mature scenes)
Jamal bent down to capture his lips in a hot kiss, Xaloc hummed into the kiss, his tongue complimenting every stroke and kiss.
Jamal deepened the kiss and swallowed a low moan that slipped past Xaloc's lips and into his own mouth. He felt Xaloc's fingers thread through his hair and slowly drew a line on Xaloc's robes, his fingers scratching the soft fabrics until he reached his abdomen.
Xaloc hissed and opened his eyes as Jamal pulled away from the kiss. Jamal looked at him before he moved under Xaloc's gaze to untie his robes.
There were bandages all over the thin waists and although they were tired perfectly, blood was already soaking through the handles and a large circle of red had already filled the white of the cloth.
Jamal froze as he recalled how in his drunken stupor, he had hugged the other around the waist so tightly and Xaloc had not flinched nor did he say a word of protest.
"You are so injured. What happened?"
