Looking back on it, he was honestly surprised that they had been caught out on that terrace. He could only think their saving grace might have been a mix of the early morning hour along with the thickness of the windows. He hadn't really been paying attention to who might have their open and which were closed. It hardly mattered now. They were gone and it seemed no one had bothered to complain. If they did, he was sure at that point they were both long gone.
As they kissed, Jakob couldn't help moaning. He was trying his best to keep his voice down. But they both knew how well that worked. He continued to kiss the man until the need for air was becoming a nuisance. He pulled back slightly, taking a quick breath, and gripped the fabric of his shirt once more. Kieran could make fun of him all he liked, but he wasn't done kissing him just yet. He enjoyed the taste of his lips, that hungry desire for more while also trying to refrain a certain amount of decency. His c**k had grown hard in the males hand. He felt the pleasure with each stroke. Were they somewhere else he would have gladly asked for more.