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I'm currently working on the sequel to Angel 1089. It's still in first draft phase, so it'll be a long time before you guys see this. But I did want to share this little snippet. It's Hank and Ian's first kiss!
"You saved my life - again."
Ian turned around to find that Hank hadn't gotten very far inside at all. He stood far too close, his blue eyes sparking with something. "Apparently I'm worth the salary." The joke fell flat. There was too much between them.
Hank moved first, getting into Ian's space until their lips were only a breath apart. But Ian closed the distance, mashing their mouths together with all the pent up desire he hadn't been letting himself feel. He fisted one hand in the fabric of Hank's stupid shirt and backed him against the wall. Hank opened, his mouth warm and wet and submitting to Ian's assault.
Ian tasted orange and chocolate, and even if that happened to be the dessert Hank had eaten at the Jacobs, it was fitting. Hank was sweet and tart, and just a little bit different. He couldn't get enough of the taste, licking and nibbling at those flush, full lips. Hank gasped as if he couldn't get enough air, and Ian wanted to get him to moan, to force that sound from his throat.
Their legs tangled together. Ian found a hardness to answer his own. The things he wanted to do to Hank!
"You saved my life - again."
Ian turned around to find that Hank hadn't gotten very far inside at all. He stood far too close, his blue eyes sparking with something. "Apparently I'm worth the salary." The joke fell flat. There was too much between them.
Hank moved first, getting into Ian's space until their lips were only a breath apart. But Ian closed the distance, mashing their mouths together with all the pent up desire he hadn't been letting himself feel. He fisted one hand in the fabric of Hank's stupid shirt and backed him against the wall. Hank opened, his mouth warm and wet and submitting to Ian's assault.
Ian tasted orange and chocolate, and even if that happened to be the dessert Hank had eaten at the Jacobs, it was fitting. Hank was sweet and tart, and just a little bit different. He couldn't get enough of the taste, licking and nibbling at those flush, full lips. Hank gasped as if he couldn't get enough air, and Ian wanted to get him to moan, to force that sound from his throat.
Their legs tangled together. Ian found a hardness to answer his own. The things he wanted to do to Hank!
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