Gil pressed his lips against his masters, kissing him slowly, softly, gently... A single sweet kiss, shy, testing, something so simple... yet the spark between the two ignited a fire within both of them almost instantly. Oz sighed softly as the kiss broke momentarily, allowing his hands to slip, moving them up to rest against the taller man's face as they pressed their mouths together once again.

Yes, this was right.

Gil could have cried he was so happy, muttering his masters name when they broke apart momentarily, his arms falling from Oz's face to reach down and around the smaller boys torso to pull him up closer, closing the distance between their bodies completely, Oz's hands slipping around to become tangled in the dark tresses of Gil's hair. All self control was lost, all rational thoughts demanding to take things slowly were ignored, as both master and servant shared wet, desperate kisses, breathes becoming heavy almost instantly, hands clutching at the fabric and hair gathered in them.

"I missed you..."

The thought was almost simultaneous.