"I don't know," Taff replied, his voice just as low, as if too loud could break the moment. His breath was in rags with every bite, and he pressed his body against Ioan's, frustrated at the other boy's clothes. He tugged on his shirt, pulling it roughly over his head.
As soon as Ioan was freed he kissed him again, a clash of lips and tongue, with his fingers threading up through his hair. It was so easy to lose himself in the feel of Ioan's body pressed against him, the heat so perfect against the harsh winter cold.
All he could think was that right then, exactly there, was all he wanted.