His face is just inches away from Ian's. Looking deeply into Ian's blue eyes, he senses his heart banging against his rib cage. He shakes from the intensity of locking their eyes. Feeling that he is losing his self-control, Kyrie unconsciously closes his hand into a fist on Ian's chest.
He pushes his hand on Ian's knee to back up, but Ian's lips instinctively follow him closely, like he fell into Kyrie's spell. His hands slide through Kyrie's thighs up to the waist, and Ian pulls him back to attach their bodies.
Their breaths quicken along with their hearts. Kyrie gulps in nervousness. The unwillingness in Ian's eyes to see him part away from his body is making Kyrie lose his mind.
Ian slowly moves closer, and his breath starts to brush against Kyrie's neck.
"You smell like the sun…"
"The sun?"
"Yes… Always managing to calm me and warm me… just like the sun…"
A warm and moist touch lands on his neck.
Kyrie trembles.
