With mistletoe in hand, John extended his extensive arm over his head; preparing himself for a kiss. Unsure how to react, David leaned.
David knew he needed this; To feel the warmth and his breath on his lips. His body craved this. Craved him.
John knew he was going to enjoy this. With David's awkwardly puckered up lips, John had hungrily seized him. In the heat of the moment, David's tongue had struck John's tongue, and they had more than kissed.
Suddenly, with a firm grasp, John had reached down, only to be stopped by David. He wasn't ready. But adrenaline had struck him. Slowly, David descended down John's waistline. ⬇⬇⬇