Lucas, distracted with watching Trevor's mouth, blinked. "Wait, already—?"
Trevor moved before the sentence was done; he lowered his head and lifted Lucas's chin with his hand, making his thoughts on kissing him obvious. His fingers were warm, deliberate, pressing lightly at the edge of Lucas's jaw. He brushed his lips slowly to Lucas's, giving him a chance to retreat if he was uncomfortable.
Lucas didn't move away.
He leaned into the kiss instead, surprising Trevor. His purple eyes widened just a touch before they slid shut, the breath between them catching like silk in wind.
Lucas grabbed the lapel of Trevor's coat, steadying himself.
Trevor deepened the kiss, just slightly. Enough to taste him.
And there it was—faint, but unmistakable. A trace of pheromones, not strong enough to push, but undeniable.
