Before Fred could react, Damien suddenly leaned forward and pressed his lips against Fred's.
Fred's eyes widened in shock.
What is he doing now? he thought inwardly, swallowing hard. His first instinct was to pull away....to demand an explanation but his body betrayed him. Instead of breaking the kiss, he remained frozen, allowing Damien's lips to move against his. When Damien's tongue slipped into his mouth, slow and deliberate, Fred felt his breath hitch.
The kiss deepened.
Damien kissed him like a man on the verge of losing something precious....desperate, hungry, almost angry. Fred's fingers curled against the sofa cushion as his resistance melted little by little.
After what felt like forever, Damien finally pulled back. His breathing was uneven, and his eyes were slightly watery, as if he were fighting hard to keep tears from falling.
