MAKEUP SEX

[somedevilry]

Rabastan extricates himself from Regulus' hungry grasp, and with a half-smile curving his lips, pulls his lover further into the jungle by the beltloops. It's not long before he judges them far enough from the general crowds; he halts and, grinning, trails slow fingers down Regulus' cheek and along his arm.

He advances, forcing Regulus' steps until he's backed up against a wide tree, and kisses him hard.