There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)

The first one was short and clumsy, filled with caution and worry. Both of them could feel the scout’s slightly trembling lips as they touched, and he immediately pulled back; just slightly, hovering above the berserker’s startled lips, just enough to look into those dark eyes.

Heart drumming, with a cold nape, Ron waited for any reaction. He was waiting for rejection, to be honest. To be pushed back or pulled away, to be scolded and told to never do that again. His stomach felt tight, and his neck felt icy--but the hand on his waist did not move away.

In fact, it tightened slightly.

That was all the confirmation both of them needed.

Ron dove in for another kiss; less clumsy this time, firmer, more certain. His confidence soared when he felt the older man took on his lips, reciprocating the kiss, and tightened the grip on his waist.

Did it work? Did his efforts work? Ron slipped his arms around the broad shoulder and thick neck, feeling the warmth of the older man spread into his skin as he moved his other leg across the berserker’s lap.

Agni, who unconsciously had pulled Ron’s legs to straddle him better, was having a great battle inside his mind. It was a bit too late since his body, which had been without stimulation for a long time, reacted instinctually. Those lips were soft, warm, wet; it almost tasted as sweet as honey, even though he had already forgotten what honey tasted like. The slight tremble from those lips and the fingers on his cheek traveled to his heart, tickling the hidden desire deep within, the one he tried so hard to bury.

Yeah, it was a bit too late to pretend he did not enjoy it.

But...if he wanted to, he could still yank the kid away from him. He could still end this quickly before it went further, before it passed the point of no return.

But the question was; did he want to?

Give yourself a chance.