He could taste it — the tang of the strawberry juice on his lips, but also whatever taste would be distinctly Viktor. His tongue slipped from between his lips to brush against Viktor's; curious but still a little tentative, not wanting to push too far too soon, even if he was fairly certain the other man would not mind with how he so openly offered the affection.

It was picturesque, the way the sun filtered through the trees, casting down god rays upon the clearing they had settled in. The breeze was light, the flowers and grass swaying gently around them. Xander hummed into the other man's mouth and leaned in a little more, fingers sliding back to card through his hair and settle against the back of his skull.