𝕶𝖊𝖑𝖑

Before he can respond, Kell is already pulling him in. The coat is draped over the end of the bed and he reaches up with both hands to cradle the others face, returning the kiss.

It lingers a bit, deepening but remains slow; an I Missed You kiss.

But when they part, he hums softly and shakes his head, “No. You were hers before you were mine.” He hesitates, “Does it bother her?”