Zeph nodded gratefully and moved toward one of his dressers. The top drawer was dedicated to most of his New Age paraphernalia, including his stash of incense. He took a few seconds to choose before fitting the stick into the holder atop the dresser, then scrabbled for a lighter to get it going. He took a deep, steadying breath before heading back toward the "kitchen."
His pout receded almost entirely when Drew suggested smoking and a movie, and his eyes definitely lingered on the little display. He liked arms. Arms were kind of his thing. His own were nothing to write home about. He was stronger than he looked, but most of the lifting he did involved entire systems of muscles, not just his biceps, so he'd never really achieved the bulging effect that so often caught his attention. He'd had those arms wrapped around him, but he hadn't really gotten a great look. He'd been upset, and in a dark pseudo-alley, and then afterward Drew had put his coat on. A faint, boyish grin limned his lips. It was ghostly compared to his usual joyous expressions, but it was better than pouting the, right? "That sounds, um, great," he managed, sounding thoroughly distracted.
He'd paused in his return to observe, and now he found that he couldn't take his eyes off of Drew. Strong, sexy Drew who'd saved him from an ignominious fate. That earlier feeling of safety returned, joining in with his appreciation of Drew's physicality to crowd the doubt and anxiety out of his head. He wasn't much of an artist, but in that moment, he wanted to paint drew, sitting there in his chair. It was sort of a perfect pose. He realized that he didn't need skill or oil or brushes to capture the moment: he had an iPhone. He was midway through pulling it out of his pocket when Drew rose and moved toward him. Zeph's pulse spiked when Drew's arms enfolded him, but he was merely surprised, not scared. He hadn't realized how much he wanted this.
Just like that, they were kissing. Zeph shifted onto the balls of his feet to offer Drew his mouth soft mouth. It was a little dry from smoking and drinking, and the vampire would likely taste evidence of both intoxicants as they embraced. He let Drew take the lead, making his lips and tongue receptive, doing his best to find and match the taller man's rhythm. His hands crawled their way up Drew's back, fingers probing every muscle, and then they slid back down to rest on Drew's hips. A soft sound from low in his throat ended up contained by their kissing. He wasn't sure when he'd closed his eyes, but they were definitely closed now as he gave himself to Drew.
The microwave began to beep insistently, but Zeph didn't budge. He shifted his weight, bringing his body as close to Drew's as possible. He flung his arms around the other man, an echo of his initial startling hug on the ground less than half an hour before. Drew had started this, and he'd have to end or change it as well: Zeph would have been content to kiss him until he fell asleep.