Adrien stood up on his tip toes to give Mikyle a better angle. His hands reached for the outer shirt of Mikyle's suit and dug themselves into it, pulling him closer.
With a chuckle that reverberated against Adrien's lips, Mikyle deepened the kiss. And much to Adrien's delight, he felt Mikyle's tongue poking against him, asking for permission to enter.
Mikyle's hands slipped down low, finding the sash that kept Adrien's robe tied. With a gentle tug, the knot came undone and the robe fell open.
The muscles of Adrien's stomach tightened when the cold touch of Mikyle's hands landed on his abdomen.
"Too cold," Adrien whined against Mikyle's lips.
"Sorry."
Before long, the hands against his skin started to feel warm, almost hot. The wet material Adrien was clutching in his hands start to dry. "How are you doing that?" Adrien asked, trying to break away from the kiss. It was a struggle that ended in vain.
