Nicholai's widened as he suddenly received a kiss from the other, but it didn't mean that he'd spent a second freezing. He slowly brought his torso up, reclining on one of his arms. It was because Darius moved to sit up while ravaging the mouth that was being offered to him.
The saltiness of Darius's tears vanished in the creamy taste of Nicholai's mouth, the thin yet firm lips returning his kisses competing with the hunger of his own. Darius began moaning, his hands holding onto the other's head as if he was not willing to let them go. However, he still chose to slow down and pulled back a little… just enough to have his eyes open and stare deeply into Nicholai's soul.
Nicholai's breath brushed against his face, but Darius still pursed his lips. He then looked away as if finally waking up from what he had done. "Sorry, I doubt anyone else would say things like that to me. It's really going to be hellish if those things came after you because of me…"
