"Fuck that," Gideon said with a laugh, and he moved, pushing Heath down onto the bed and then pouncing on him. "You're a damn tease, and you know it," he accused, and then he kissed Heath, slow at first, lips slanted against Heath's, his tongue sweeping teasingly over Heath's lips and then darting inside like a taste of things to come. The kiss deepened slowly, as he took his time, mapping Heath's mouth. He could kiss Heath for-fucking-ever, actually, if his cock didn't start getting other ideas.