Dax froze for half a beat, like Chris had short-circuited whatever royal self-control he pretended to possess, then he kissed back with quiet, hungry relief like a man who had been waiting far too long for something this simple.
Chris's fingers curled at the back of Dax's neck, pulling him in just a little more. Dax followed instantly, hands sliding up Chris's ribs, holding him like he was afraid the moment might vanish if he didn't anchor it properly.
The kiss stayed soft, slow, and warm in a way that made Chris's chest feel uncomfortably tight.
When they finally pulled apart, Dax breathed out like someone who had been underwater.
"…Christopher," he whispered, voice low and wrecked, "if you do that again, I'm going to forget every meeting today."
Chris snorted, forehead leaning against his. "You already forgot them."
"Correct," Dax admitted, lips brushing his lightly again. "Give me another and I'll cancel the entire schedule."
