Lee’s hand moves to the back of Connor’s head, his fingers weaving into his hair, his other hand finding Connor’s upper arm and holding it, stroking the skin gently with his thumb. This feels so good to him right now, and again he feels young again, like he has the luxury of being able to fall in love. He doesn’t, and he won’t, but it’s a beautiful feeling and he lets himself have it, if only for a little while. They continue kissing, mouths and tongues and lips and teeth connecting and colliding in so many ways, and Lee feels his body reacting, warming up, getting ready for more.