Maintain your composure. Just give him a taste of freedom. Don't overburden him.
Cristian's kiss enthralled him, his warm, soft lips grasping, tugging, and sucking at Isaac's mouth, his tongue, encouraging Isaac to explore more. His blood was boiling, and his heart was trying to kick a hole in his chest. He was hardly conscious of his shaking fingers making their way down the front of Cristian's shirt, losing buttons and revealing warm skin. He was much more conscious of Cristian's hands, which were probing into Isaac's open shirt, fingers grasping and pressing against his lower back.
Oh, please don't let this stop.
The darkness subsided at the rim of Isaac's consciousness, and he felt he needed to come up for air, but he'd sooner perish than be the one to break the kiss. Cristian was o
