And so he'd kissed his enemy, and his enemy had kissed back. Avery felt a rush of adrenaline as he locked lips with Leon for a second time. He'd been almost certain that the other boy would pull away.

Slowly, Avery slipped his arms around Leon's shoulders, knotting them against the back of his neck. Of course he kissed back, but perhaps not as hungrily as he wanted to; it wouldn't do to overwhelm Leon now in case he backed off again. The tip of Avery's tongue brushed ever so slightly against Leon's lips as he pulled himself nearer, leaning into the hand pressed against his cheek.