The shift from gentle tenderness to a deep heat happened so gradually that Rai didn't even realize he was sinking into it, completely submerged in the intoxicating feeling of being basically eaten alive.
The initial touch of Zade's lips against his lower lip had been deliberate, a slow, testing friction that pushed all the air from Rai's lungs.
When Rai's fingers tangled desperately into the knit fabric of Zade's sweater, he wasn't consciously trying to encourage him. It was almost a reflex.
But if he had known that Zade would take that tight, clutching grip as an explicit green light, a silent permission... well, maybe Rai would have gripped the fabric with a lot more purpose.
Zade let out a low, rough sound against Rai's mouth, a deep, vibration that Rai felt rattling right through his own ribcage.
Zade tilted his head, deepening the angle to seal their lips together fully, and any illusion of control Rai thought he possessed shattered into dust.
