The matter of their heights was going to be a topic that they would revist for time immemorial, though honestly he was not noticing that Alex was tilting his chin upward, all he could see was Alex's dancing eyes and the way they caught and held-- he wanted to kiss the other man and allow it to linger, to savor.

And then their lips met and there were sparks, such beautiful fireworks with the press of mouths. It was second nature to cling to those lips while they were now stranded in the middle of the dance floor, a whirl of movement around them and yet they were only swirling in the momentum that wrapped them up.

He would chase those lips, chase them if they tried to escape, a strange sort of desperation seizing him that he may attempt to downplay at a later date. And his mouth parting under Alex's as his arms wrapped around waist.