The moment they stepped foot into Lucien's room, the Striker was on him like a beast in heat. He wasn't even given a second to catch his breath before he was being pushed against the wall, his body pressing against his with fervent aggression that belied the composed look on his face.
But despite being caught off guard, Kenneth didn't push him away. Didn't stop him. Because he too felt this burning heat. This ever-growing fire that couldn't be quenched unless he felt his touch. His skin on his as he claimed his lips, kissing him as his life depended on it. Except Kenneth wasn't even sure you could call what they were doing kissing.
The word felt too soft for whatever the hell this was. Lucien bit his mouth, shoved his tongue past Kenneth's teeth, kissed him like he was trying to win a fight he didn't even realize they were having. Kenneth accepted the challenge nonetheless, grabbing his hips, pulling him closer as he kissed him back just as hard and with just as much passion.
