Lance’s kiss started out hesitant.
As he gently pressed his lips against Xian’s, there was a slight tremble that Xian could feel with his heightened senses. In the tiny part of his brain that was still capable of functioning, he was awed.
What was there for a man like him to be afraid of? If they were given just half a chance, anyone would gladly throw themselves at him, and he didn’t even need to do anything.
But with Xian, he was so unsure, so careful. Lance’s ironclad hold on him spoke volumes about how much he wanted to possess Xian and not let go, but his soft kisses told a different story. It felt like he was holding so much back, perhaps in an effort not to scare the other man away.
Xian was having none of that. He wasn’t going anywhere.
Thus, drawing from dreamland experienc
