Elijah kissed Eddie like it was the one thing he has always dreamt of doing, like he had just twenty seconds with him, like he has a lifetime to spend with him. It was different, passionate and fueled with both of their feelings. They pull apart for a few seconds and in that short time, Elijah asked. . .
“Are you sure? I’m willing and ready to wait until you are sure, Edward.”
Eddie wound his hands around Elijah’s neck, lips swollen, his neck and cheeks red and a dopey smile on his face. “I am sure.”
Elijah leaned down and pressed kisses along the side of Eddie’s neck and all Eddie could do was slide a hand from where it was buried in Elijah hair and grip the shirt he was wearing tightly, his body arching against Elijah’s. Eddie tugged at Elijah’s hair to pull him in for a kiss. A kiss
