[ is this the boy's first kiss? the inexperience shows, his earnest insistence charming for a man that's had most of what humanity has to offer. he can't help the bright laugh as he's dragged down, long fingers raking into short blond hair as he nips at his lip, licks into his mouth.

he only breaks it to let the little stranger breathe, his other hand sliding downward to wind in his tie, using it to keep him close. ]

Oh darling, that was quite a kiss. [ he steps back toward the wall, tugging steve with him as he goes, smile promising and a little wicked. ] Do you always take your New Year's traditions so seriously, or am I simply lucky?