Devin's eyes fluttered shut again as he leaned into Warren, into his kiss on what might have been a moan. His hand slid from one strand to cradling his head and he moved his lips slowly against Warren's. Over Warren's. His fingers stroked though waves and he shifted just a bit closer.

It hurt and there was a lump in his throat where he wanted to cry. His chest was too tight and he didn't think he remembered how to breathe and it really didn't seem to matter.

He parted his lips a little more, tongue flicking out to taste Warren's lower lip, whiskey and wine and Warren underneath.