"Mm," says Bashir as Abel pulls him back into another kiss, the urgency building just a little bit more. To help it along, he runs his hands up Abel's sides and back, then around to explore those toned abs with his fingers and up once more until he's gently teasing at the blond's nipples.

"You taste marvelous," he murmurs when they come up for air again. Before any more makeouts start, he shifts to brush his lips over Abel's jaw, trail kisses along it and down his neck at a measured pace.