Hell with it. Hero chased that breath and sealed Rami’s lips with his own. He swallowed the words, swallowed the questions, swallowed the consequences and anything but the hot relief of finally, finally feeling right outside his story. Rami’s lips were shock-stiff for half a second before turning supple, all-encompassing, and giving as infinity. Soft. Soft! Hero marveled. Such a stony, hard face, to have such soft lips.
the “I am about to die so I’m just gonna do this wild thing and kiss you here because I feel the sexual tension between us” trope will never die for me, it will always be great. I am always here for it (if the tension built right, like in this case)
