Their shoulders bumped awkwardly over the windowsill, the angle was odd for kissing, and it would have been easy for Ivo to pull away and put some distance between them.
Instead he slid a hand up into Davi's hair, pulled him away from the window, and tilted their bodies towards the bed. Davi kept his hand on the back of his neck, the thumb digging into the pulse point, it got trapped that way when Ivo fell backwards onto the bed, with Davi over him.
Their lips were apart for only a brief moment before Davi descended on him hungrily, biting into each kiss like he was trying to punish them both for their lack of control.
Ivo: this marks the second time someone refers to me as 'territory'. I expected the landownership metaphors from Vice, who doesn't even know that's what they are, but you, Davi?
Davi: you're absolutely right, sex cancelled.