Krad's body erupted into insane amounts of pleasure as the thief rolled his hips against the blonde's and kissed down to his collarbone again.

His thin hands wandered over Dark's chest, ghosting over the tanned, heated skin. Krad bit his lip to keep the sounds Dark was causing to well up in his chest from escaping. Stupid... collarbone. How dare it be so sensitive? Stupid Dark, for figuring it out, too.

Krad rolled his hips into Dark's in a small act of revenge, growling.