[Kit had an answer ready to throw back in Vincent's face, but when the other boy leaned forward to capture that morsel of food, Kit's only thought was keeping it away from him. And the only sure way to prevent Vincent from stealing back what he had stolen first, and to keep it from landing on the floor, was to eat it himself. It was the perfect plan.
Until Vincent's mouth crashed into his.
Whatever smartass remark he'd had prepared instantly fled Kit's thoughts and he stared wide-eyed at the other boy. Or what he could see of him, that surly face pressed so closely to his own. What was he even doing? What point was Vincent trying to prove?
Kit still couldn't move, every part of him as rigid as stone. This made no sense. But he knew one thing...
Vincent's lips were warm and salty, fitting neatly against the shape of his own and tasting faintly of breakfast. It was strangely...pleasant.
A thought which had him swiftly relinquishing the stolen food, surrendering it to his guest at the same time his hands shot out to push the other boy away from him.]
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Until Vincent's mouth crashed into his.
Whatever smartass remark he'd had prepared instantly fled Kit's thoughts and he stared wide-eyed at the other boy. Or what he could see of him, that surly face pressed so closely to his own. What was he even doing? What point was Vincent trying to prove?
Kit still couldn't move, every part of him as rigid as stone. This made no sense. But he knew one thing...
Vincent's lips were warm and salty, fitting neatly against the shape of his own and tasting faintly of breakfast. It was strangely...pleasant.
A thought which had him swiftly relinquishing the stolen food, surrendering it to his guest at the same time his hands shot out to push the other boy away from him.]