Nikki blushed and shook his head, the hand on Ichabod’s cheek now cupping the warm flesh, only his thumb moving across the cheek bone.
“You are so beautiful Ichabod, you always were” he admitted. He had always had a crush on the other through his years in school, it was only Ichabod’s friends that held him back from ever pursuing the other, adding to the fact that he thought Ichabod was only into the opposite sex.
He then lowered his lips to press an heated kiss, his tongue brushing over the others bottom lip, the hand on Ichabod’s chest moved to reach behind him, pushing Ichabod’s hand under his shirt, urging him to touch him before replacing his hand on the hard chest beneath him.