[ The longer a kiss goes on, the deeper it goes, the more work it requires to keep his breathing even, matched. And Matt relishes the challenge: the slow, sinuous path that air has to take when lips and tongue and teeth offer their delicious distractions. Daniel's hands scrub hard up Matt's sides, and his breath catches, tongue flicking to chase after Daniel's. He hums eagerly; his fingers tighten on Daniel's shoulders.
Matt takes a half-step forward, swaying into him. His chest lifts, brushing Daniel's chest as he sucks in another greedy breath--
And as Matt inhales, the pair of them begin to lift off the ground. Heels first, toes trailing slightly behind. As if some warm, invisible breeze is raising them up with cloud-fingered hands. ]
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Matt takes a half-step forward, swaying into him. His chest lifts, brushing Daniel's chest as he sucks in another greedy breath--
And as Matt inhales, the pair of them begin to lift off the ground. Heels first, toes trailing slightly behind. As if some warm, invisible breeze is raising them up with cloud-fingered hands. ]