The slow stripping, the feel of Harlan's lips against his skin--Jayde found himself enraptured by the different development. Maybe it was today or just the mood they had fallen into, but it fueled his passion more than he ever thought it would. Tossing his shirt behind him, he ignored the flow and bit Harlan's shoulder, returning them to their usual no-time-for-games passion. Hadn't he said he had no time for patience today? As he finished tossing aside his clothes, leaving just the chain necklace swinging from his neck, he guided things on their natural course. The night felt alive in him and for the entire length of it, he let himself forget about the outside world. The pain, the fears, the anger, all gone. For now, there was just Harlan.