“Raffaele,” Jordan whispered, leaning their foreheads together. “You said you came to visit him. Did you miss him?” Damiano kissed the corner of his mouth. “Yes,” he said dazedly, his hands gripping Jordan’s ass and pulling him flush against him. “Did you think of him all the time?” Jordan whispered, rubbing their mouths together, the touch barely there but causing his lips to tremble. “Yes,” Damiano said, biting his bottom lip. “All the time.” Jordan parted his lips. “He thought of you all the time, too. Kiss me.” Damiano did. And nothing else mattered for a long time. Only him.
