[ Essek doesn't enjoy kissing. Or, at least, he thought he didn't. The only partner he's had in his century of adulthood that he's actually enjoyed kissing was the first, the one so far away and distant in his lived experience. The others hadn't meant anything at all, and kissing seemed far too intimate.
And it is intimate. It's short and yet it fills his entire chest with the moths that flutter in circles. It almost tingles from Caleb's warmth.
He doesn't want it to stop, he realizes when it does. He wants to feel the beginnings of stubble pressed against his chin and cheeks, and to communicate that intimacy again and again. ]
I think...that was a very good start.
[ And he closes the gap between them again, like kissing Caleb could speak beyond his words. ]
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And it is intimate. It's short and yet it fills his entire chest with the moths that flutter in circles. It almost tingles from Caleb's warmth.
He doesn't want it to stop, he realizes when it does. He wants to feel the beginnings of stubble pressed against his chin and cheeks, and to communicate that intimacy again and again. ]
I think...that was a very good start.
[ And he closes the gap between them again, like kissing Caleb could speak beyond his words. ]