Their hips press together. Emir flushes; the world around them blurs. Sebastian has no idea why he’s leaning back until the light pressure of Emir’s thumb registers. It traces lazy circles on the nape of his neck. Sebastian bites his lip, unsure. And then, Emir’s breath hitches and that’s all it takes. It just happens. This kiss is nothing like the first one. It’s mutual. It’s deliberate. Emir pushes as much as Sebastian pulls. It’s needy. Wet mouths move as if there’s not a second to lose. They’ll never be able to dance around this kiss. Sebastian likes that; he’s also half panicked over it.
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