The Taste of Submission
Julian’s tongue delved deep, a slow, thorough exploration that tasted of sweet and the raw desperation of the moment.
It was a kiss that demanded entry, a conquest of Leo’s mouth that mirrored the one happening between their bodies. Leo melted into it, his arms sliding around Julian’s neck, pulling him closer, anchoring himself as the world spun dangerously around them. When they finally broke apart, their lips were swollen and glistening, connected by a thin strand of saliva that snapped in the humid air.