Yu's lashes lowered as Theo leaned in, his own expression composed and serene. But the moment their mouths met, Yu let the mask slip just enough for the smallest pulse of his Incubus nature to rise to the surface.
The kiss deepened, slow and almost tender to Theo's senses, but beneath that gentleness was a subtle pull—an unseen thread drawing away a measure of the man's vitality. Yu fed just enough to dull the strength in Theo's limbs later in the day, nothing that would harm him, only enough to leave him weary and subdued by nightfall.
Theo felt only the warmth of Yu's mouth, mistaking the brief intensifying of the kiss as affection. His hand rose to brush a strand of hair behind Yu's ear, the gesture soft, almost shy for a man like him.
When he finally drew back, he lingered close, reluctant to break the moment.
"I'm going to miss you."
He murmured, eyes fond in a way that still made Yu's stomach twist.
Yu's smile stayed polite and gentle, a silent "me too" without words.
