“We could start with a kiss, before we have sex.” “I don’t kiss very well,” Matthew admitted awkwardly. Wasn’t he supposed to be leading the way? He had all the experience, after all. Why was he so scared of his angel? He couldn’t figure it. It’s not like he didn’t want to do him. Right now, in fact. But it was just like flying with Dove, losing himself completely, giving himself completely. Trusting. “I want to kiss you, Matthew.” Dove caressed Matthew’s hair, leaning closer and nuzzling him. Matthew trembled, feeling like a volcano about to explode. All the need that he tamped down, somehow he sensed Dove had the key to releasing it inside him. Making him fly. “Maybe just one.” Dove put his lips against Matthew’s, and they rubbed together, silken, hot, a little clumsy. A getting-to-know-you kiss. Matthew gave a little moan, and Dove answered him by taking his mouth in a possessive kiss, enfolding Matthew as he had earlier with his wings.
