Enjoyment is a vast understatement for what Jonas is feeling. This is one of the best things that's happened to him in his life. And he realizes, even in the midst of this euphoria, how ridiculous that is. All that's happening is that he's kissing someone who barely knows him and will probably forget all about this by morning. When the darkness of his life is so omnipresent, though, this spark feels as bright as the sun.

Rupert's leg comes dangerously close to discovering just how excited this is making him. A fresh wave of shameful heat flushes Jonas's skin, though there's no need for it. Arousing him is clearly what Rupert wants. It's just that his level of excitement is probably disproportionate to the cause.

This kiss. This simple, inconceivable kiss.

His lips part to give passage, allowing Rupert's tongue to venture as deep as it pleases. His own tongue greets it in a shy caress. His hand takes the opportunity to explore, too, in a wandering caress over Rupert's chest. There's a remarkable firmness to its curves, muscles so much more pronounced in their sculpture than Jonas's. Rupert's features are so beautiful, Jonas hadn't expected him to also be strong.