This little tryst could end badly, not that Norrin couldn’t handle the fallout. It wasn’t like it was explicitly or implicitly stated that he couldn’t sleep with others. A part of him realized hooking up with the grandson of the demon he loathed most was some sort of rebellion, a giant middle finger to his captor. 

With the hand on his chin, Norrin was forced to look up. He brushed Ky’s hand aside and leaned in, pressing his lips against the other man’s lips. His other hand continued its’ path into Ky’s pants, sliding the zipper down and his fingers began to descend. 

_{It could end far more than just badly. Ky knew fully well what he was getting into and a fate worse than death was on the realm of possibilities. Of course, that was if they got caught, and Ky wasn’t going to allow that to happen. Not if he had a say in it of course.}

_{As their lips touches together, Ky’s eyes closed tightly for a few moments, and simply leaned into it. More so, it had been so long that anyone had preformed the action that he didn’t want Norrin to pull away.  Not now nor ever  as the other’s fingers descended.}