His lips found Kayden's, slow at first, then deeper, more urgent. The kind of kiss that said everything he couldn't. Stay back. Let me have this moment. Let me hold onto you, just a little longer.
He couldn't say it aloud, but his body was already begging.
Kayden's breath hitched, his fingers gripping Thaddeus's arms like he felt it too, the weight behind the kiss, the restraint just barely holding Thaddeus together. Naked skin pressed against naked skin, warmth merging into heat.
Thaddeus pulled him in closer, their chests touching, skin-to-skin, hearts drumming. He kissed down Kayden's jawline, then to his neck, lingering there. Every kiss was gentle, reverent, but tinged with something more, something desperate. He wasn't just touching; he was memorizing.
Don't leave. Don't go. Stay.
