Kit almost gasped when he felt a cold tongue touching his, his breath was like Arctic air and made his head swim with a pleasant haze. But everywhere Casimir touched felt warm and soft, as though he were enveloped in a calm pool of water.
Casimir didn't need to breathe but every inhale brought with it the near intoxicating scent of his skin and blood. He moaned inside of Kit's mouth, his breath coming in deep pants as though he were under intense physical exertion.
Kit deepened the kiss and pulled him tight against his body, sliding his hands down beneath his lab coat to grasp his waist
Suddenly Casimir pulled his head away with a tortured groan.
"Kit...wait. Someone might see us. I don't care, but...maybe you might?" He was still breathless and staring down at him with a mournful expression as though breaking away from the kiss had taken every ounce of willpower he possessed.
And it took all of Kit's not to pull him back and stop his words with his lips.
But he was right.
