Warm Lips
@strexcarlos
“Your lips are really warm.”
Cecil smiled at this, his face so close to Carlos’s, his heart light and resonant in his chest. He kissed him again, gently, tenderly, positively intoxicated by the electric sensation of their lips in contact, of the heady scent of Carlos, of the heat that made shivers run down his spine.
“You say the loveliest things,” Cecil whispered, almost against the scientist’s lips, his moonlight on the sand eyes lidded and pure and deep.









