The two young men's pounding hearts, ragged breaths, and the sweet sound of lips meeting filled the silent room.
Gara's eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to the warmth of the kiss and the rough tenderness of Madha's hand on his shoulder and neck.
They clung to each other, savoring the sweetness of feelings finally given form. The kiss broke only for air—just enough to catch a breath—before they dove in again. As though neither could get enough, minutes slipped by.
The longer it went on, the more Madha realized how much he wanted, how much more of Gara he desired.
Snap. Something inside him flicked, pulling him back.
Slowly, he drew away from Gara's lips.
Gara gasped for air, chest rising as though he'd just finished running. His pink lips, catching the lantern's light, looked dangerously tempting.
Madha forced his thoughts into order. His lust-filled gaze cleared.
"Can we… take this further?" he asked. Somehow, Gara was still in his arms, perched lightly on his lap.
