Ah, to be young again and have such exuberance. It was lovely, and he felt his own body respond in kind, excited. He sat up, tugging at the laces and belts that existed.

"Says the boy who wore an outfit as to make a peacock weep in jealousy?" he inquired with a bright, husky laugh of his own.

He reached down and stopped Tylendel's hands, bringing his head up so that he might kiss him again, thrust his tongue between his lips and tease him, devour him, love him. His hands slid around to Tylendel's rear, rubbing the sweet curve and tugging him in closer, well aware his own breeches no longer hid his swollen desire well at all.