"You're making that very difficult." he grumbled, his eyes warm and filled with affection. Gently bending one of Vanyel's legs, he worked on removing his lover's shoes. Once they hit the floor, Tylendel tugged on Vanyel's trousers with renewed conviction.

They really had to go.

"Nn damn this thing..." he breathed, moving to help his lover with his tunic. Why had he chosen such a complicated garment? He must have been mad.