“So? Do you want to do it?” Wrathion stepped towards the ledge, resting one hand on the railing. Anduin’s heart raced as he watched Wrathion turn to face him with a handsome smile. After getting over his initial shyness in the bedroom, once he and Anduin both had experience, he exuded his usual bold assertiveness that Anduin came to know. His dazzling confidence was incredibly charming. “We have a short window until they come back. Think you can finish before someone walks in?” the dragon asked again, arching his back and gripping his sharp nails into the railing. His meaning was clear. “Yes,” Anduin whispered.
the balcony loft on the second floor of the tavern...