“Alba… ” Eridanys whispered, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to. Like he only did it because Alba said his name, first—but then the sound came again, and again. Alba, Alba, like the taste of it on his tongue complemented the pleasure sparking in his blood. Alba opened his hazy eyes again, unable to help the overwhelmed smile that stretched his sore lips. It was the first time anyone had ever said his name so intimately—so full of emotion. Gentleness, tenderness—nothing he would have ever expected from a mouth lined with such sharp teeth.
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