This was getting bad, and fast. This wasn't the physical, hot and heavy, heat of the moment shit they'd been doing before. This was soft, tender, intentional. This was kissing, the most intimate act two people could do. More intimate than sex even. Fisher wished he cold stop himself, make this end, turn and leave and say goodbye to how this was making him feel. Instead he caressed the other man's face, deepening the kiss, relishing the softness of James' lips, the sweetness of his mouth.
His tongue pushed past James' lips, tasting him deeply, a small moan vibrating in his mouth. His other hand placed the chocolate bar onto the bed and moved around James' waist, pulling him closer, fingers digging into the skin. He whimpered, clinging to the other man, the hand on his face moving up to tangle in his hair.