Claude's lips finally met Jade's, softly at first—warm, unhurried, and devastatingly deliberate. It felt as though a feather touched his lips, careful and light. Somehow, the gentleness relaxed him.
The kiss was a brush of heat, light enough to test, but it sent sparks dancing down Jade's spine all the same. His breath hitched as the world narrowed into nothing but the feel of Claude's mouth on his own. He lost track of time.
The meeting of their lips was soundless, like a leaf touching the ground after it fell from a tree. The only sound was the crackling of wood and fire, and even the cave was hauntingly silent.
Jade's eyes fluttered half-open. He was checking if it was really Claude's lips or just something soft.
But then, suddenly, the heat changed. What began as gentle turned sharp, urgent, and hungry.
