Bab 470: Experience of Freedom

Myka greedily met Peter’s kiss.

Their lips barely touched before his tongue was already seeking entry. Peter opened his mouth, accepting and enjoying the familiar taste of peppermint and honey.

Peter turned toward Myka, and Myka snaked his arm around Peter’s waist, pulling him tightly against his body. He clung to him as though he might disappear at any moment.

Their tongues danced together in a desperate and longing-filled tango. Myka squeezed Peter to him, slipping his hand under his shirt to knead lightly at Peter’s lower back muscles.

Peter pulled back from the kiss and put his hand on Myka’s chest.

“Wait…” he whispered between breaths.

“Why?” Myka asked, stealing a few more soft pecks as he kept his hungry eyes on Peter’s lips.

Before Peter could answer, Myka captured his mouth once more. He kissed him hard. Peter didn’t fight him or resist in any way.