Samandriel accepted that kiss as gracefully as he could. Fingers curled lightly into the fabric of Mitchell's shirt as he found himself not only returning it, but practically melting into it. So that was what the big deal about all of that was.
The soft sound that found its way out of Samandriel's throat surprised even him so much so that he wasn't sure if he should pull away or not. Hiding his possible shame in more kissing seemed like the best option. Maybe somehow Mitchell wouldn't notice that he was going pink all over if they kept so close.