Midnight combs his hair back as he settles with the shirt, closing his eyes as he savors the scent as it wraps around him. Unfortunately, that scent is also reminding him of that passionate night back on the ship, how Grey's musk had been especially strong between his legs when Midnight was doing his damned best to choke on his-

Lightning arcs across the sky and the mage lets out a quiet, helpless little moan, shivering and squeezing his arms tight around his knees, feeling his cock harden against his belly. He doesn't want to make it even more awkward for Grey, but his skin is itching and despite Grey having worried he might get cold, he's starting to feel feverishly hot with each passing second.