It was the softness that did it. The tenderness. This wasn't like most first times he had, this wasn't fast and furious and up against a wall. This was gentle. And he felt himself drowning in the gentle until his lips ached and he didn't know whether to hold on or let go. Or both at once.

He sighed, another tear falling, and then another, although it seemed to stop at that.

Closer was good. Closer and just about into Devin's lap, because if he couldn't figure this thing out by himself he could at least take comfort in this kiss. In the sensation of Devin's mouth over his and Devin's hands and Devin holding him. It was a surrender of sorts and he just then realized it and decided that didn't matter.