It was a very nice kiss at that. He had missed this. He didn't feel as much in his organic form. A kiss wasn't the same without two pairs of warm, soft lips involved.

Pete's hand drifted along the curve of Jean-Paul's cheek and into his hair, not stopping until it cupped the back of his head, fingers curling into dark hair. He wanted to take control of the kiss, deepen it, but Jean-Paul had set a slower pace. Peter was still surprised that Jean-Paul continued to want him. He broke the kiss off, pausing to give him a second little kiss before leaning his head down to press their foreheads together. "Now I'm sure that it's you."

He couldn't resist another kiss. His tongue flickered out, licking at Jean-Paul's lips, and then Peter kissed him again, harder than before. He tugged lightly at his boyfriend's hair, tipping his head back to give his greeny mouth better access.