Michael got a little lost in the kiss. At the taste of the other’s lips, how perfectly they played along with his. And it was addicting. Yes, he felt the need for air but he was selfish. For once, he didn’t think of what would be best for the other, instead what was best for him. And his lips on his was something he didn’t want to end right now. He had to continue kissing him. But to his own surprise, and even sadness, Ford pulled away, only a moment later, leaving the other with no words, just staring at him.
He wasn’t sure what drove him, why he did this to the other. Was Ford hating him right now? Sure, he was kissing him back but that wouldn’t mean he wanted what he were doing. No, he felt like he had to apologize. “I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to lose control like that.” he said, taking a step back but he kept back in place because Ford had his hand placed on his neck, like he didn’t want to let go of him.
“No -- no, no... shh...” Ford hushed, quick in his attempt to quell Michael’s fears. Such alarm didn’t sit right with Ford.
The hands around the younger man’s neck stayed firm as Ford replaced Michael’s backstep with his own forward one, again flushing his body against Michael’s. Pressing their foreheads together, Ford closed his eyes, keeping his voice to a whisper.
“Michael, no... don’t apologize, mon cher, please.” Moving his hands from Michael’s neck to his biceps, still solid in his grip from that underlying fear of allowing this moment to slip through his fingers.
“I... I don’t want to stop, actually...” He said, a sense of guilt weighing heavy on his shoulders. There was a ‘but’ in there somewhere; unspoken. He knew Michael was young -- inexperienced, and despite all the bad that lay brewing in Ford’s heart, he wasn’t about to take advantage of the man he’d dedicated his eternal soul to.
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