It is the first time in months that there hasn't been any other thought in Kyle's mind but what is before, except pleasure and having what he wants, and not worrying about life or death or loss. Just how Alex is kissing him, and how good Alex's body feels against his.

Working to try and get Alex's pants open, suddenly desperate to make him feel good, to touch and taste and have as much as he can. He doesn't want to think about the past, about his stupidity as a teen, or anything but about how good this feels, how good it feels to give into thoughts he's had since he was a boy.

"Alex. Fuck," he groans, nipping at his bottom lip as he continues to roll his hips, rutting against Ale