The room was quiet except for the faint sound of breathing.
'Woah woah, it's starting...'
His lips met Blake's, cold and firm, pressing slowly. Myles' cold lips made him shiver yet another time.
He didn't rush. Myles' tongue slid forward, icy and slick.
It pushed past Blake's lips with a gentle force that quickly grew deeper, curling and stroking with such care that left no space untouched.
The cold saliva coated his tongue, his teeth, the roof of his mouth, spreading that sharp, tingling sensation everywhere it reached.
Of course, it was way different from what Blake imagined... it seemed as if he actually had experience.
Myles held his face in both hands, thumbs brushing his cheeks, while his tongue moved with slow, intense strokes, like he was trying to taste every part of Blake.
He then tilted his head, changing the angle, and pushed deeper again, his cold tongue sliding along his in long slides.
