Luke leaned down the last few centimeters until his lips brushed Tate's. On a sigh, the men kissed. Even though it wasn't their first kiss, this one felt like starting over. He felt Tate out, giving him the chance to pull back, to tell him no. But Tate didn't, so the kiss deepened.
Luke's tongue dipped into Tate's mouth. It was met by its match in a dance of exploration that soon had Tate moaning against his mouth. That moan was almost his undoing. He felt it all the way down his body. He fought the urge to grind against Tate, but he couldn't resist curling his tongue up and teasing it against the roof of Tate's mouth.
