oh what tangled webs we weave

Maybe he felt just a little more than worried at Tyrian’s expression, he’d already known he was going to trip up somehow. His dark lips turned up into a soft smile none too soon, but before Lach could let his nerves settle their lips met. Lachlan’s blue eyes closed and he leaned in slightly, suddenly finding his brain ceased to function properly. He had to catch his breath as Tyrian pulled away just slightly. Lachlan opened his eyes to find the half question on Tyrian’s face.

The red marked Valentine felt the euphoria of drunkenness but it wasn’t anything to the attention of his tall companion. Silently thankful that he wasn’t expected to speak much, he was a stuttering mess and it was a miracle he’d finished his sentence. Lachlan was so glad he did, his very first kiss made bloom a different kind of nervous energy inside of him. It was a foreign but thrilling experience, and however uncertain he was moving forward he wanted to experience more. Tyrian was sweet with him, and Lachlan was made to feel comfortable as he was invited closer.

Lachlan couldn’t help the lopsided grin that pulled at his lips, he liked the strong pull he felt from Tyrian. With only slight hesitation as he pushed past any fear of the unknown. Tyr wasn’t going to hurt him, he wanted him to enjoy the night’s festivities. Lachlan fitted himself perfectly into Tyrian’s embrace. He hadn’t expected there to be much difference in sitting close beside each other and being held against his chest.

The experience was worlds apart. Suddenly his heartbeat was racing, faster even than when their lips met. He struggled to catch his breath, but in a good way. He felt a shiver of electricity race through his spine as they were tucked together. Words seemed too far beyond his grasp, so with much more certainty of his lips this way than with language Lachlan aimed to kiss Tyrian this time. He wanted more than his first quick taste.