It was not as soft as Neville imagined it to be, but it was firm (BL and romance novels corrupted the poor guy). The warmth seemed to spread through his entire body from that single point of contact.
It was his first time kissing someone.
The realization should have made him panic, should have made him pull away, but instead, it made him bolder.
Neville didn't know he had it in him to open his mouth, to press closer, to nip gently at the man's lower lip. His tongue darted out, tracing the seam where their mouths joined, as if pleading for the man to let him in.
Please. Please don't pull away.
The man went still for a moment, but then he eventually responded.
The kiss deepened.
And Neville enjoyed every last second of it.
The way the man's breath hitched. The slight tremor in those strong hands as they came up to frame his face.
The heat gradually built up between them. It was slow and inevitable.
