Slowly, recklessly, stupidly, he drew John close. Close enough that he could see bright flecks in his grey eyes, truly silver in the moonlight. John’s lips were parted – in surprise, or perhaps desire? Brom hardly dared to hope for the latter, until the tip of John’s tongue peeked pink and wet from between them, tracing the edge of his lower lip. Licking it, like he wanted what Brom was about to do. With a last rush of whiskey-scented breath, Brom pressed his mouth against John’s.
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