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Arthur closed his eyes the second his mouth touched the soft, plump lips of the other man. He eagerly pressed closer, licking the bottom – or top? It was so hard to tell from this angle – lip of his kissing partner before their tongues met. A low growl escaped his throat and he grasped the other boy's head, trying to pull him closer still. He felt hot all over; he wanted more, needed more. This was not enough. He could faintly hear the people around them cheering them on, but all he could concentrate on was the mouth on his, the way it moved against him. The other boy seemed to echo Arthur's thoughts. because he took hold of Arthur's shoulders and pulled him in. Still not close enough. Arthur was overcome with raw yearning and he couldn't do anything save try to press closer, closer, closer... until his lips were left cold.
“M dizzy,” the boy he'd been kissing muttered. “Will you let me down?” Arthur took a moment to register that the boy was addressing not him but his friend, who had been holding him upside down by his ankles and let go immediately.
The boy righted himself, raised a hand to his head, and pulled his Spiderman mask back over his mouth. “Come on, mate, let's go or I'll miss the DC panel,” someone whined at the now fully-dressed Spiderman, and before Arthur could say something, anything, the two of them were gone, swallowed up by the massive crowd of superheroes, anime characters and wizards, lost in the busy bustle of London Comic Con.