It started off with a soft kiss, two lips pressed against each other, moving almost at the same time.
Kenneth's eyes fluttered shut, his lips parting as a trickle of Anchor energy poured out of his mouth and began making its way inside of his Striker.
Lucien's electrical nodes were open, ready to receive. His tongue slipped between Kenneth's warm ones, teasing him before making his way inside.
Everything around them came to a halt. The soft hum of the AC, the drumming of his heart, and the creak of the mat as Lucien inched his body forward. Who even cared that they started this out in the middle of the training room when there was a perfectly good room made for this very thing?
Certainly not them.
The kiss only deepened as Lucien's hand cupped the right side of his cheek while the other slipped beneath Kenneth's shirt, gently caressing the warm skin beneath.
