How was it that this man still found ways to make his breath catch even when he wasn't touching Elias? Cassian's eyes were boring into his, looking at Elias with the same hunger and intensity that shaped his eyes that night in his awful flat. Elias could see Cassian pushing him up against various flat surfaces and kissing him senselessly.
"Kiss me?" Elias leaned forward, eyes falling to his lips.
Cassian smiled, his brightest one yet since the day's fiasco, before crushing his lips against Elias's. His hands were on the sides of his face, in his hair, around his back, and Elias met the desperation of his kiss with the ferocity of his own. Elias could kiss him for a thousand years and never get enough.
Elias's mind obligingly supplied a vivid list of things they absolutely should not be imagining, vying off the thin line of public decency while standing three houses away from his parents' house.
He pulled back abruptly, breathless, forehead resting against Cassian's shoulder.
