[Miles leaned forward into the kiss, allowing Phoenix to lead this time. One of his hands moved up from his thigh, only to snake his fingers into his surprisingly soft hair.He felt more at ease with this display that he had initially as well, closing his eyes and tilting his head with the sensation of the action.
It felt so darned intimate as if all the feelings he was holding towards this man, for the last fifteen years of his life, no perhaps longer than that were being expressed in a way that he could never do in words.
No one would bat an eye at the two middle-aged men who were now deeply making out in the middle of this bar.]
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It felt so darned intimate as if all the feelings he was holding towards this man, for the last fifteen years of his life, no perhaps longer than that were being expressed in a way that he could never do in words.
No one would bat an eye at the two middle-aged men who were now deeply making out in the middle of this bar.]