Arden's hands tremble as his fingertips hesitantly glide over Eris' knee, first one hand, then the other. Farther (and Eris can see the leading edges of his wings slowly taking in the shadows, slowly turning blue...) up, over Eris' thighs, until Arden is close enough to brush his lips against Eris' briefly. The next sensation is that of Arden's tongue lightly tasting the skin of Eris' throat - at first hesitantly, tickling the skin, then more firmly in broad silky strokes - moving downwards as Arden drops to his knees...