The Taste of Submission
"You're a sap, Julian. You know that?"
"I know," Julian grinned, pressing a kiss to Leo's thumb. "And I'm proud of it." He leaned down, kissing Leo deeply, a slow, languid exploration that was a stark contrast to the frenzied passion of moments ago. It was a kiss that tasted of love and promise, a sealing of the pact they had just made, a confirmation of the unspoken words that had hung between them for years.