Disclaimer: B&S is not mine
It starts with a playful kiss on his nose. A little laughter as a kiss makes it to that sensitive spot right under his ear.
The promise of a kiss causes his lips to part to receive his husband’s mouth. Tenderly fingertips caress a cheek, then a soft moan escapes.
He never knows where it will end exactly. On the couch, in bed, against the door, or bend over the kitchen-table, but that is unimportant.
Because that first kiss is the one that ignites the fire inside him. The fire, he knows, his husband will first fan and then extinguish.