There were a lot of things that Kay would have noticed—like the fact that his muted phone was lighting up, the people passing by his tent, or that Michael was oddly more aggressively s****l than usual. He would have noticed all of these things on a regular night, but not when he was being kissed deeper than he had ever been before, and when he could feel fingers snake up his shirt until it lightly wrapped around the side of his neck. He wasn’t really thinking anymore at that moment, with most of his blood concentrating to his lower parts; and when Michael teasingly pulled on his lower lip using his teeth while pinching at his n****e, Kay really didn’t think and let an audible moan out.
As soon as he heard himself, a bit of blood returned to his head, enough for some reason to set in. He
