Send me a letter every week." Jamal mumbled, pressed his lips against Xaloc, and kissed him softly, gently, unhurriedly. Xaloc hummed into the kiss, and melted against him.
Jamal's fingers ran across warm skin and he deepened the kiss and swallowed a low moan that slipped past Xaloc's lips and into his own mouth.
Jamal continued to explore Xaloc's mouth with his tongue and thwarted every single one of Xaloc's attempts to take control over the kiss.
After a while, Xaloc slowly surrendered and instead of fighting to lead the kiss, he followed Jamal, complimenting every stroke and lick of Jamal's tongue.
Jamal was pleased with the win and he stared at Xaloc mesmerized. Xaloc's lips were swollen and red, his breathing heavy and his face deliciously flushed.
