And that—
That was where it shifted again. Into something deeper.
Sage didn’t pull back.
Didn’t hesitate.
He leaned in.
The hesitation burned off, leaving something steadier in its place.
One hand left the back of his neck and fisted in the front of his shirt. Law felt the change—the uncertainty burning off into something steadier, something that answered him.
Heat kicked low and fast, his arm tightening around Sage’s back as he sank into the kiss.
Another firework burst overhead, light flashing white across Sage’s face—his parted lips, his eyes lifting to meet Law’s.
The heat, the awareness neither of them were trying to hide anymore.
Law’s control slipped another notch. His mouth pressed harder, deeper—not rough, but no longer careful—following what Sage gave him, taking it without asking.
The pull turned instinctive, something he didn’t think through anymore.
Sage moaned into his mouth, staying with him. Matching him.
Law felt something settle, the last of the distance between them gone.
For a second, everything else dulled.
Noise. Light. People.
Didn’t matter.
Just that pull.
Just that heat.
Just him.
Sage barely registered how it happened.
One second, he was standing there with the echo of the kiss still humming under his skin—the next, he was gently eased back.
His body lagged behind it, still caught in the heat of it.
Law’s fingers slid through his.
Warm. Solid. Possessive.
Not asking.
Sage’s breath hitched, but he didn’t pull away.
Didn’t even think about it. His pants were tight enough to be damned uncomfortable; he struggled to get his breathing back under control.
His pulse hadn’t settled, still running too fast under his skin.
Law’s grip tightened just enough to tug, and Sage let himself be led without question, weaving through the edge of the crowd as laughter and fireworks carried on behind them.
