He wasn’t sure if universe rooted for this moment or if his mind tricked him into a perfect present, but every breath he took smelled like sweet flowers, harsh like dark wood and for the first time since he’d known himself, he didn’t feel shy. If anything, the warm feeling of Saraan’s breath, although destabilizing, was inviting. This first indescribable touch was followed by a slight tingling sensation that spread to his body, as if barely perceptible electric shocks were emanating from Saraan. Samuel did not think at that moment of the angara's bioelectricity, which only slightly reflected Saraan's excitement.
This was no kiss he had ever tasted before, he felt intoxicated, but not like after a drell kiss. That was completely different, he could not put into words how this kiss felt. He just knew: he didn’t want it to stop. This time around he stretched, draped both arms around Saraan’s neck and returned the kiss. There they were, stood propped against the shelf with ancient shards and dusty boxes of jewels, glued to one another. Samuels hands started to wander over the jinesh downwards, grabbing the bulges on the broad chest where the jinesh ended, when he started to feel dizzy.
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First Kiss
angaran word by @angaranexpansionproject
older picture with horrific pixel shit XD
