Dax's lips were warm and soft under his, parting just enough when Chris leaned in. The kiss deepened slowly, neither of them willing to be the first to break away. Dax's breath brushed Chris's cheek, warm and faintly sweet with iced tea and peach, the taste of it lingering into their kiss.
Their scents eased together, Chris's clean, rain-warm calm threaded through with heat, meeting the steady spice-and-rum warmth that clung low in Dax's skin. The air between them thickened with their scents.
Chris's hands slid from Dax's jaw into his hair, fingertips skimming the rough stubble before finding the softer strands at the nape. He curled his fingers there and tugged, just enough to draw Dax in.
Dax answered with a low sound in his throat, a quiet rumble that traveled through Chris's hands and down his spine like a warm current. His hands settled at Chris's waist, guiding him closer until their bodies fit together fully.
