Communication
Xaloc swallowed, it was very high but not the highest. What are the odds that Jamal would get two sixes?
He glanced at Jamal and realized that he was not looking at the cup at all. Rather, he was watching him intently with the corners of his lips curved up, a fond gaze in his eyes.
Xaloc could not help but return the smile, holding his gaze for a few seconds before he felt embarrassed. He pushed the cup towards Jamal, "It's your turn, stop trying to distract me."
Jamal chuckled, the low gravel in his voice, making Xaloc shiver before glaring at Jamal, his eyes showing one clear sentence, "Just dare me and see what I would do."
"Nothing." Jamal supplied in his mind. Xaloc would not do anything to him, he knew his lover could not bear to hurt him and that was the source of his morale. But he did not want to push Xaloc too much either, his Hofud could not sense the other at all.