Devin shifted a bit closer at the whimper, wanting to just melt into him. It felt like a liquid heat was taking over every limb, every muscle and if he wasn't careful he was going to just slide into Warren and it was possible he might not find his way back out.

His thumb brushed the tear away with the softest sound of protest, even though he felt the prickling behind his eyelids of his own tears. So he focused on the pleasure, on sharing, as he deepened the kiss a little, exploring. A nip, a slide of tongue over tongue, hard or soft. How did Warren like to be kissed, and what would make him shiver, melt, the way Devin was melting?

He ran his hand down Warren's back, urging him gently to come closer.