The song did the trick, easing away Jares' hesitation, his nerves. Not that he was nervous; he just didn't want to pressure Viz, especially with his weird mixed signals. But the siren's magic was enough to remove that final barrier and, blood and lust roaring through his veins, he went with it.
Hours later he found himself sprawled, sweaty and panting, on Andreas' bed in a tangle of limbs and wings. The room was stifling now and he'd kicked the covers off the bed to give them more room and get a little more cool. He had to keep scooting over so his ass wasn't hanging off the bed, but otherwise felt sated, relaxed, and boneless.
"Well," he breathed, trying to catch his breath. He'd left a few mild bite marks on the siren's pale neck though he'd been far more gentle on Viz, keeping it to teasing nibbles. The only marks on him were hickeys because c'mon, those were just fun. "That was fun."
