Kissing like this felt like a whole different chapter of his life.
One that he never even thought he'd get to read.
Yet here he was in the confines of this mecha, and in the hands of someone who felt like burning ice.
Xavier kissed him with growing hunger, no longer just exploring but claiming. Each kiss came deeper, hotter, and more possessive than the last.
And it was addictive. So addictive that the little guide couldn't tell anymore what was left from right.
Their heads tilted, mouths pressing together repeatedly and hungrily. Xavier's long, steady fingers gently guided Luca's face—his touch melting away what little defenses he thought he had left.
Luca couldn't help but moan.
And as embarrassing as that was, it kept on being followed by sounds he could've sworn weren't from him.
It couldn't be, right?
