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Jule's smirk grew wider, his face inching closer to Kiel's own until their lips are just a breath away from each other.

Kiel's hold of his waist grew tighter, and Jule felt himself get a little light-headed with Kiel's scent invading his system, how he can feel his heat beneath his green cardigan and white shirt, and how those blazing sea-green eyes are looking at his lips in the most carnal way possible.

Their lips brushed. It was slow, soft, yet full of sensuality and Jule felt his knees go weak when Kiel momentarily cut of their kiss just to whisper in his ear.

"Jeg elsker deg."

Jule hadn't the time to reply as Kiel roughly claimed his lips right then and there. He knew he was an expert in kissing as he'd made out with several people in the past but none of them had made them feel intoxicated as if he'd just drunk gallons of alcohol hidden from his father's stash. None of them had made his heart beat so loud he fears it would leap out of his chest with how fast its beating. 

No one had ever made him gasp when Kiel licked and bit his bottom lip, his hands going up and down his spine in search for more friction, more touches, more skin. 

More...

Jule willingly opened his mouth and Kiel did not waste any moment to explore him. All coherent thoughts flew out the window as he invaded all his senses. Kiel's hands that had found their way under his shirt are now leaving blazing trails in his bare skin, lips and tongue caressing the insides of his mouth making him writhe in his hold, green eyes opening and staring at him like a predator ready to take down his prey everytime they lean away for a second to gasp for air.

Jule felt the hand on his hips tighten and Kiel effortlessly lifted him, his legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Pinning him once more on the wall, Kiel tilted his head upwards and met his lips halfway. He felt him let out a half-groan, half-sigh, as if Jule's lips are Kiel's oxygen and leaning away would lead to suffocation and death.

Not enough . . . Kiel . . .

As if reading his mind, Jule felt Kiel smirk throughout their kiss. One hand supporting his waist and the other on his knee, Kiel pushed him further on the wall as his lips detached from his lips and feasted on bare white skin.

There was a quiet thud when Jule threw his head back and it hit the wall just to give Kiel more access to his neck, and Jule felt all the hairs on his body rise up as if he's being electrocuted when those teeth sunk right back on that sensitive part of his skin.

Jule's hands fisted on Kiel's hair.

He can feel his legs slowly loose their grip on his waist. Sensing that, Kiel quickly turned them around, claiming back Jule's soft strawberry-like kiss in the process as he carried him towards the nearest couch present in the room.

Without breaking their kiss, Kiel unceremoniously placed Jule on one of the couches.

"Kiel," Jule finally whispered, obviously breathless, a lot hazy and needy. He ought to be more rational and composed but for some reason, the only thing that his mind could conjure right now are thoughts about Kiel.

Just Kiel and his touch and his kiss and his eyes and uneven hair. 

Kiel placed small kisses on Jule's lips, slowly gliding in his cheek, his nose, and his forehead. With every little pecks on his face, Kiel would lean away and stare at his eyes and then he'd smile, a little crooked, making it appear playful, but nonetheless sincere and gentle. 

It's like subtle shades of bluish hues swimming lazily pass and around him. Or the first crashing of the sea waves in the morning.

It was just pecks, a kiss not lasting for more than two seconds, but Jule is still left gasping for air as butterflies swarmed down his stomach. It was the same with their heated kiss earlier. With whatever's left of Jule's rationality, he concluded that Kiel's kisses are his drugs. His lifeline, even though it ironically leaves him no room to breathe whenever those lips locks with his own.

Like now.

"Jule," Kiel murmured against his swollen lips. They stared at each other for a moment, as if they're taking time to memorize the rise and fall of their chest and their syncing heartbeats, engraving into their minds how the earth seemingly decided to stop in its axis and it was only them, just them, in their small insignificant world. 

It's a reality of their own.

It was then that Kiel was back to kissing him senseless again.