[ There wasn't any pleasure in this, just simple desperation, because the water kept rising and they didn't have much time. He walked them backwards towards the part of the wall he felt might be the weakest, where they had the best chance of getting out. They might get only one shot at this, and he didn't want to miss it.
He was trying to focus on the escape plan more than Mitch's mouth under his own, but the uncertainty of the press of his lips made him groan in soft exasperation before pressing, harder -- crowding Mitch against the corner of the room they'd have air the longest, where they'd be able to gasp a few more lungfuls of oxygen before it was replaced by water.
And it was more than just an exercise in theory, because he was kissing Mitch now, really kissing him, heavy but quiet, just letting sensation teach him to forget how to breathe at all, one of his hands lacing into Mitch's. He'd need to hold on. ]
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He was trying to focus on the escape plan more than Mitch's mouth under his own, but the uncertainty of the press of his lips made him groan in soft exasperation before pressing, harder -- crowding Mitch against the corner of the room they'd have air the longest, where they'd be able to gasp a few
more lungfuls of oxygen before it was replaced by water.
And it was more than just an exercise in theory, because he was kissing Mitch now, really kissing him, heavy but quiet, just letting sensation teach him to forget how to breathe at all, one of his hands lacing into Mitch's. He'd need to hold on. ]