Their first kiss was a shuffle of lips and hands, brimming with frantic touches and clinging. Yet even with all this energy at play, Amastan was careful with Zahi’s vertical labret. Amastan didn’t want to harm him.
Zahi, likewise, was careful not to disturb Amastan’s litham. Amastan was already very generous to remove the mouthpiece for the kiss. Zahi didn’t want to harm him.
They breathed as one, tenderness amidst the tempest.
They wove their fingers together, marrying their hands as one.
Their love was not just limited to their lips. Their love was too immense to be so restrained.