[his hands immediately move pull Smoke's dick out of his clothes, clumsy in their eagerness and inexperience but at least it's not that complex.]

I want to know the heart I take to battle. What stirs it.

[Vespera's fingers curl around the base of him, stroking as he watches Smoke's face - even alone, when he's already said he's no Champion, on his knees for another Prime, his gaze is glinting and unwavering.]

What passion finds us here in this inglorious battle? Will I find it on my knees in front of you?