"Umf," Niki mumbled into the kiss, which meant nothing because he couldn't think thoughts let along words. All he could do was feel, and everything felt so very good.
His hands slipped and wandered, because he wanted to touch Drew absolutely everywhere, and he seemed to pause and delight on the most random of things, like the notches of his spine, or the curve of his side.
When he pulled back from the kiss, it was because his lungs were oxygen starved. He opened his shining dark eyes, the world sparkling. Drew looked like he was covered in a fine glitter. "What do you want to do?" he asked hushed.