Dangerous. Intoxicating. Fingers in Daniel’s hair gripped him tight, held him still, as Stavros led. And Daniel followed. Only too happy to give up, give in, and let Stavros take what Daniel had wanted to hand over for so very long. Something bad couldn’t taste this good. Something bad couldn’t weaken his knees and harden him to stone. Something bad couldn’t feel this right, Stavros in his arms, in his mouth, melting like the best kind of confection on his tongue. The kiss was full on violent, breath-snatching. Nothing Daniel ever felt before. Nothing he’d ever get from someone else. Only from
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