Eamon's breath hitched as his eyes met those alluring magnetic grey ones that were effortlessly capturing and pulling him into a daze.
His heart beat was an erractic sound and his mind registered what he was about to do.
Eamon was going to kiss Valerion and... he was nervous yet excited.
He had never kissed a man before so he had no experience.
Tilting his head a little bit sideways, Eamon touched his lips to those full ones that had continuously taunted him in his dreams.
It was a soft, gentle clashing of their lips and Valerion shuddered at the contact, his body burning up as his hands tugged Eamon closer to his body.
The kiss was perfect.
It had exceeded his expectations and Eamon wanted more of the intoxicating feeling that jolted his body alive.
His fingers clasped Valerion's robe, his fingers tips digging into his chest as his other hand slowly yet surely landed in the dragon's thick black hair.
