Gregoris did not wait for Rafael's shaky response. The playful glint in his silver eyes turned into something way hungrier. His hands, which had been gently cradling Rafael's face, moved.
One slid to the small of Rafael's back, pulling their bodies flush. The other tangled in the damp hair at the base of Rafael's neck, tracing the mark still healing. The fuzzy robe between them was a laughable barrier.
Rafael's hands had nowhere safe to go. He ended up curling them into Gregoris' shirt, clutching it like stability itself, as if he let go, the floor would vanish.
"I think," Gregoris murmured, his voice a low vibration against Rafael's lips, "we've reviewed enough theory."
Rafael's laugh sounded like a surrender disguised as defiance. "You're… this is absolutely not-"
"Academic research?" Gregoris finished for him, amused. "No. It's field application."
He didn't kiss him.
Not yet.
