[ For once, Ronald's mouth held no distinct flavor, which only made the taste of honey from his tea more apparently. Their kiss held a hint of sweetness... but even more so, of simmering passion. He wanted to stray his lips elsewhere, to press against the taut skin of Ron's neck and taste him. Instead, he finally pulled his head away. He turned it, so he wouldn't be tempted to kiss him again, slight panting coming from his mouth as he struggled for control over his spiraling emotions. ]
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