Lucas kissed him like he had something to prove. Like the rest of the world could wait, had to wait, because this was his now, his husband, his mate, his insufferably patient alpha with hands too warm and eyes that saw too much.
He felt the heat of Trevor's skin even through the fabric of his clothes, the strength of him coiled beneath the restraint he wore so well. Trevor tasted like the remnants of tea, black and faintly sweetened, and Lucas pressed in deeper, parting his lips and coaxing him open carefully. A slow nudge of tongue, a soft exhale against Trevor's cheek.
Trevor responded with a low sound in his throat, pleased and indulgent. One of his hands slid up to cradle the back of Lucas's head, the other firm at his waist, holding him steady as if Lucas might change his mind and flee the moment things turned serious.
