Unaware of Rafayel's frantic inner thoughts, Thomas whispered, "I'm sorry, Raffy… I don't think I can stop," before kissing him again.
This time, his tongue traced the outline of Rafayel's lips.
Wait—tongue?! Is this a deep kiss!? Are we really doing this!? Am I really okay with this!?
While Rafayel was caught in his flustered confusion—
"Raffy… open your mouth."
Commanded in a voice thick with sensuality, Rafayel hesitantly parted his lips.
The very next moment, Thomas's tongue slid inside, wrapping around his own and drawing him into a deep, intimate kiss.
Slurp… smack… slurp…
Thomas's tongue moved freely inside Rafayel's mouth, exploring every corner.
One moment it was teasing his upper lip, the next it was entwining with his tongue, sharing his saliva with him.
"Nn… haah…"
Rafayel swallowed it all as best as he could, trying to keep up.
Slurp…
"Raffy… such a good boy."
Thomas licked away the trail that had dripped down Rafayel's chin and murmured softly.
