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Neither of them had really been the type to be physically close or intimate with their friends. This touch, this contact, was something else, they both knew that this was definitely crossing the line they both were very aware existed. However, neither of them were against crossing it and rather than flinching away from Augustine’s embrace, Lysandre leaned back against his chest and whispered, barely audible:
“You’re warm.”
Augustine smiled.
“As are you, my friend.”
His face was so close to the other man’s head that he could smell the faint scents of Lysandre’s shampoo and aftershave. He pressed his lips softly against the back of Lysandre’s neck. The other man tensed at the unexpected contact but relaxed almost instantly.
“Again.”
“Huh?”
“Do it again. Please – “
So he did. A kiss so careful and delicate was pressed onto the same spot as the previous one and Lysandre made a sound Augustine had never heard from him before. A low rumbling from deep in his throat, something akin to a growl or a moan. Lysandre’s voice was tight with emotion Augustine was afraid he had misinterpreted:
“Again, Augustine – “
Augustine gasped soundlessly at the use of his first name; Lysandre had seldom used it during all the years they’d known each other.
his kiss wasn’t quite as careful this time and Augustine didn’t wait to be prompted to give another – he went for it right away. His mouth grew hungrier with every touch and the sking of Lysandre’s neck felt hot against his lips. He kissed the back of his neck, the exposed skin of his shoulder, anything he could reach. Augustine felt like he was throwing away the tiny last bit of dignity he had left, but didn’t give a damn, he honestly didn’t care how desperate he probably came off as, if there ever was going to be a moment where he could see Lysandre’s calm mask falter, this was it. He allowed himself to let go, and let his teeth drag against the pale skin of Lysandre’s throat and didn’t attempt to fight the warm feeling in his stomach when the other man leaned into the contact heavily. Augustine slowly put his arms around the other man, circling him in an embrace as he sucked his neck.
A helpless sound escaped Lysandre’s mouth.
“Augustine…” Lysandre’s voice was full of emotions the professor couldn’t quite place. His breathing heavy, Augustine turned around to face him. A little blush had crept its way to Lysandre cheeks, rendering his freckles invisible. Slowly, but without hesitation, Augustine lifted his hand onto Lysandre’s jaw, gently caressing the flushed skin of his cheek with his thumb.
”May I kiss you?”
Lysandre’s light eyes were like burning flames.
”Please.”