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“Is this your idea of kissing me until I drop?” he whispers. It was meant to be somewhat of a taunt, but it comes out breathier than expected in the still, quiet night.
Another kiss on his cheek; he can feel the other boy’s eyelashes flutter against his cheekbones. He moves on to peck the tip of his nose and then the other cheek before he answers.
“Maybe.” A kiss to his jaw, right underneath his ear. “Is it working?”
“Let a master show you how it’s done,” he replies, and rolls them over so Tine’s flat on his back beneath him. Tine lets out a little giggle, the smile absurdly handsome on his face. He’s been enthralled by Tine since the first time he met him, but like this, in the dim glow of the room, with hair mussed, lips parted, the hint of stubble across his upper lip that had grown in the night, Tine literally takes his breath away.
He bends down to press his lips against Tine's. They part easily for him, the slide of tongue and lips unhurried, practiced, familiar, but as intoxicating as the first time they had done this.
Outside, dawn starts to break.