Before the door of the dormitory room even closed completely, Bassena had found himself in Zein's grasp; lips slotted against each other, moving like they were trying to rob each other's air.
Their hands were everywhere, shedding each other's coats and letting them fall into the foyer, tripping and stumbling as they got out of their shoes until Bassena fell to the couch and stared at the beautiful face above him; the sparkling eyes, the reddened cheek, the glistening lips that were smiling lovingly.
And as he stayed still, stunned by the reality of their newfound relationship, Zein kissed him again, straddling his hips and stroking his neck.
There was one thing he realized about the guide; Zein wouldn't always indulge his advances, but when the guide did, or initiate something, it was aggressive. And much more now.
