As their mouths met, Emrys pressed himself as close as possible. He kept a hold of his hands and barely noticed the glow surrounding them. He was too distracted by the kiss to even think about it — but soon enough, he felt and heard thoughts that were not his own inside his head. He inhaled a little bit and looked him in the face, feeling a little bit lightheaded by this whole process. Once his hands were free, he brought them up to the Doctor’s face and held on to it as they kissed again, this time the kiss making his head swim. Everything was ten times more intense and it would take some getting used to — but he had never felt happier.
The Doctor slid his fingers against Emrys' jaw and held him close while they kissed the second time. He felt light headed, easily dizzy - and knew he'd fall over if they kept this up. He pressed his nose to Emrys' and smiled. "We need to run to the bedroom. Before we pass out. Least pass out on a nice cozy bed." He said it in his head, rather than out loud. He pressed another kiss to Emrys' lips and held onto him, he was afraid he'd lose his balance and slip if he let go. And honestly... he'd never been happier in his life.
