It’s…not so different from kissing a woman. Soft lips, warm and welcoming, breath gentle when they break apart…
But the barely there prickle of stubble is new. The hand that lifts to touch his cheek is bigger, rougher, and those new things are oddly thrilling.
That Finnick steals another one before drawing back—male, female, it doesn’t matter. That small, firm stolen touch is just sweet and hot at the same time.
John’s eyes stay closed for a long moment when they part, and when they open they’re soft with a heat and delight that seep into the smile that curls his crooked mouth.
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It’s…not so different from kissing a woman. Soft lips, warm and welcoming, breath gentle when they break apart…
But the barely there prickle of stubble is new. The hand that lifts to touch his cheek is bigger, rougher, and those new things are oddly thrilling.
That Finnick steals another one before drawing back—male, female, it doesn’t matter. That small, firm stolen touch is just sweet and hot at the same time.
John’s eyes stay closed for a long moment when they part, and when they open they’re soft with a heat and delight that seep into the smile that curls his crooked mouth.
“…can I kiss you again?”