Before he really knew what he was doing, Winter leaned over and pecked the young boy on the lips.

When the lips made contact. His face turned crimson and his eyes widen. But he did not pulled away.

Winter pulled away. "God... I'm... I'm so sorry, Aden. I don't know what came over me!"

At first he was quiet. Placing the tip of his fingers over his lips. Shyly looking at Winter. The he smiles. "It's alright...I really like that." he said. In a bashful tone.

Winter leaned in, and kissed him again.

He closed his eyes and lean into the kiss.

Quickly, Winter turned the sweet peck on the lips into a full on passionate french kiss.

When he felt his tongue inside of his mouth. He his his around the others. He was quickly drawn to the to kiss and didn't want to stop.

Winter moved his hand to the younger man's back, lifting up his shirt.

He moaned from feeling the tip of the fingers of Winter.