Nate took the drink and swallowed it all quickly, not even noticing the taste until he was done. When he did, his breath caught in his throat, wondering why in the world it tasted like... like home. There was no other way for him to describe it, but it made him feel all warm inside, the feathers on his wings fluffing up as he hummed.<br/><br/>The hands that roamed over his chest and started undoing the buttons of his shirt, would find that Nate was well muscled, and pretty sensitive. His muscles jumped underneath the touches, and he rolled his head back, exposing his throat more. Then his neck was being kissed, and Nate closed his eyes and let out a soft moan. Zane had found his weak point, right where his jaw met his neck.<br/><br/>When his shirt was taken off, Nate shivered at the cool air of the bar coming into contact with his heated skin. He set the glass down on the bar and helped slide it the rest of the way off, then leaned back against Elrenic, hissing and moaning as the nails dug into his skin. That felt GOOD, we wanted more, but unfortunately the hand pulled away.<br/><br/>And then his jaw was being licked, and the affects of the drink slammed into him like a fucking truck, and he started panting, wrapping his arms around Zane and pulling him closer, pressing his aching hard on against his stomach. “Fuck me!” he whined, feeling like he was going to die if something didn’t happen.