Andrei and Sorin
Sorin was nodding to everything Andrei said, pressing in closer so that his front was against Andrei's front and they could talk in this private little bubble they shared. He felt a rush of color to his face at the compliments. Kind, sweet, and smart? Sorin's heart fluttered.
He leaned in and kissed Andrei. "Don't worry. She'll be in good hands." And those hands slid around Andrei's hips, swaying slowly. "Want to dance?"