Kersen

(from here)

Hex kissed him harder, letting all the shit fall away in favor of pure desire. This was easy, just kissing and touching and not thinking. He knew he had bad habits, awful addictions. He'd drink and fuck his way through London if it meant he didn't have to feel. Didn't have to worry. If he could just give himself over to his wants then he didn't have to ponder the questions like why.

"Fuck, yeah," he murmured between kisses, his fingers pulling Kersen's hair while his other hand skimmed up and down his side.