Hopes and Future (3)

Xagrien and Luis' lips parted when they were almost out of breath. Their hearts are beating fast at a unified pace. Now, their eyes looked drunk, but not because of the wine or the liquor-smelling breath of the Moon Elf Lord. They are high due to the large amount of oxytocin released from Luis' "thank you" gift.

Xagrien made a low chuckle to spite himself. Just one kiss from his dark-green-eyed bearer, and he is already a goner.

"I graciously received the wine-like gratitude of the Moon Elf Lord," Xagrien said.

'Is this supposed to be a pun?' Luis looked at his male while sporting a coquettish pout. 

He felt a little shy, knowing that Xagrien smelled his breath. However, remembering how the other responded to him with great enthusiasm, he said to himself that he should drop the shy little virgin act.