[The last time they'd kissed, Emery hadn't been able to give Zel more than a quick peck. There's fortunately no need to be so restrained this time. Emery drapes his arms over Zel's shoulders and leans down to kiss Zel with all the enthusiasm and pent-up adoration he can bring to bear.
It's not the frantic pace of a lust-addled lover (not yet, anyway) but neither is Emery leisurely about this. Zel's been very patient, and Emery can recognize that. Not to mention that he had his goddamn face cracked open because of Emery. A pinch of guilt and a spoonful of gratitude are thus mixed in with the generous serving of simple love that fuels each kiss Emery presses to Zel's lips.
He really does love this silly, fussy man, and each day, each moment only makes Emery more certain of it.]
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It's not the frantic pace of a lust-addled lover (not yet, anyway) but neither is Emery leisurely about this. Zel's been very patient, and Emery can recognize that. Not to mention that he had his goddamn face cracked open because of Emery. A pinch of guilt and a spoonful of gratitude are thus mixed in with the generous serving of simple love that fuels each kiss Emery presses to Zel's lips.
He really does love this silly, fussy man, and each day, each moment only makes Emery more certain of it.]