Leon's breath catches as Atlas's lips move against his, the kiss slow and exploratory. There's a warmth that spreads through him, banishing the chill of the night air. It's unlike anything he's ever felt, a sense of completeness that takes root in his chest. He hesitates for a heartbeat, then kisses back, his hands coming up to rest on Atlas's shoulders.
The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent. Atlas's hand slips around to the back of Leon's neck, tilting his head slightly to the side as their lips move together. Leon's knees feel weak, and he clutches at Atlas's jacket to steady himself.
When they finally pull apart, they're both breathless. Atlas's forehead rests against Leon's, his voice low and rough. "This isn't what I intended when I came out here."
Leon's heart pounds in his chest. "I—" he begins, but he's not sure what to say. His thoughts are scattered, and all he can focus on is the lingering warmth of Atlas's lips.
"I'll explain everything," Atlas says, taking a step back, though his gaze remains fixed on Leon. "But not here."