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Alcuin actually felt his breath catch at that. Granted, Giles had been slowly coming out of his shell, so to speak, with respect to sex in their time together - but it still hadn't been that long that they had been together in that way, and this kind of aggression was new to Alcuin. Very welcome, but new.
"How can you make me feel?" he whispered, and purposely backed up against a tree. There was hardly a sound around them, and not a soul even within earshot.
"How can I make you feel? I could put you out of your mind, if you wanted it. Reduce your consciousness to nothing but sensations. The sweetness of kisses and skin. The roughness of bark. The stretch of me deep inside you. The sound of my voice." He pressed up against Alcuin, a growl in his voice. "I'll make you feel like a god, if you like, my mouth your humble worshiper. I'll make you feel like you're all that's left in the universe."