Alphonse’s lips were soft against Jonathan’s, locked together in the kiss. Alphonse’s hands held him in place, and Jonathan was thankful for this, because he felt quite as if he was going to faint.

Slowly, Alphonse pulled away, still holding Jonathan close. Their bodies were pressed against each other by their embrace, Jonathan finding that his hands had come to rest around Alphonse’s waist.

Jonathan felt out of breath. His eyes were darting everywhere they ...