Asher sighs into the soft kiss, pressing closer eagerly when Jean-Claude coaxes him, drawing him in with just the gentlest press of fingertips to his cheek.

He cups Jean-Claude's face in his hands, sliding closer on the couch, very, very aware of their audience. He slows the kiss, gentles it bit by bit until he's just brushing his lips lightly against Jean-Claude's, golden lashes a fan across his cheeks before he slowly opens them, smiling softly at Jean-Claude. The kiss is all the sweeter for its rarity, for the knowledge that Anita will not come between them, now.