“I haven’t…” Eitan began, then shook his head, and Akiva was about to tell him not to self-censor when Eitan’s lips touched his. Eitan kissed him long and closed-mouthed, lips firm, breath a soft fall on Akiva’s cheek. Akiva was about to declare this a success, very realistic, entirely for the click of phone cameras, when Eitan made a noise somewhere between an approval and a groan, then slid his tongue past Akiva’s.
