I didn't answer. I didn't have functional communication skills at the moment, not in the language department. Instead, I stopped holding onto his shirt and wrapped one arm around him, grabbed him by the back of the head with the other, and dragged his mouth back to my neck.

With a groan, Dain pressed the heat of his mouth to me again, and staggered forward as I yanked his hips towards mine. We fell back against the wall together, and then his hips fell forward against mine, and it was game over for me. Dain's erection pressed against me, the heat of his body beating out at me, and I had a very urgent desire to have his pants off.

He switched sides of my neck as I tried to hook my leg around him, then hoisted me up with his other wing-arm and pinned me up against the wall. I canted my hips forward against the firm shape between my legs in blatant demand and Dain answered me, his hips starting to roll, sliding his length up against me over and over, the friction excruciating and not nearly enough. He bit me again, making me cry out loudly enough that my guards could probably hear it through the door. Oh, fuck, he felt incredible, I wanted him now, I wanted him forever—

That crunched through my lustful, tipsy haze, and my libido screeched to a halt. Forever. What we were doing was jumping off the cliff into forever, a forever of railing each other against walls and playing drinking games with soldiers. And maybe that wouldn't be so bad, but it was forever, I would never see my family again—

"Dain," I moaned out, and tugged at his hair.

He took his mouth off of my neck with a yearning moan, looking into my face from inches away, his golden eyes pleasure-hazed and his mouth open and ruddy.

"Dain, what are we doing?" I got out, wanting desperately to taste that mouth, to turn that lustful expression into ecstasy. Dain was gorgeous like this, beautiful, look at him, he was happy, with no room anywhere for fear or self-consciousness.

Dain swallowed and blinked several times, in a quick burst, as if trying to clear the lust from his eyes. He stopped thrusting up against me and started trembling. "Being drunk and foolish," he said, the words breathy and full of loss and longing. With care, Dain set my feet on the ground, taking a step backwards and disentangling himself from me. He kept panting, breathing hard, unable to tame his expression as he stared at me with a maelstrom of emotion on his face.

"Did..." He swallowed. "Did you at least enjoy me—it? Was I... Do I measure up?"

What... what was he asking me? Why—

"You don't have to answer," he said, his face shuttering as he turned away. "I don't know that there could even be a fair trade for such a question."