Title: The Taste of Your Kiss
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Table: Saucy, mission_insane
Prompt: 6, Taste
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Greg Sanders or Ryan Wolfe, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Ryan closed his eyes, pulling Greg more closely against him. He wanted to hold his boyfriend like this all day; he couldn't imagine a better way to spend his time than cuddling with Greg on the couch, kissing and holding each other, lost in their own little world.

He loved holding Greg close, feeling his boyfriend's slim body in his arms, knowing that Greg was enjoying this time together just as much as he did. He loved the taste of his lover's kisses, the softness of his skin, the warmth of his body, the closeness between them.

He loved tasting Greg's mouth, loved feeling those soft lips under his own. There was something magical about kissing Greg; no one else had ever taken his breath away with their kisses, or made him feel that he could sink into those kisses and lose himself in pleasure.

Ryan inhaled the scent of Greg's hair, loving the slightly spicy vanilla scent of the shampoo that his boyfriend used. There was nothing that he didn't love about Greg; the feel of him, his scent, his touch, his taste. Every little thing about the man he loved intoxicated him.

"Do you know how good you taste?" he asked softly, smiling as Greg leaned his head back and smiled up at him. He loved looking at his boyfriend like this; the two of them seemed locked into their own safe, cocooned world, where nothing from the outer world could touch them.

"I've never tasted myself, so no, I don't know," Greg told him with a straight face. A moment later, his boyfriend burst into laughter, and Ryan couldn't help laughing along with him. He shook his head, holding up a hand to forestall Greg from speaking again for a few moments.

"Yes, you have," he said softly, his gaze focused on Greg. "Whenever I suck you off and then I kiss you, I know you can taste yourself." He couldn't help smiling at the memory of all the times they'd done that; those were memories he liked looking back on.

Greg blushed, looking down, breaking their eye contact. "Yeah, I guess you're right about that," he mumbled, sounding embarrassed. Ryan couldn't help laughing at his expression; he hadn't realized that saying that would make his boyfriend blush and obviously feel uncomfortable.

"Sorry if that makes you feel embarrassed," he whispered, tightening his arms around his boyfriend's waist. "But it's nothing to feel uncomfortable about, Greg. I don't think there's anything we do together that should embarrass either of us. After all, we're both consenting adults."

"It doesn't embarrass me to think about it, or when we're doing it," Greg protested, shaking hi head. "It's just kind of weird to actually talk about it. It shouldn't be, but I guess I've got more inhibitions than I thought I did. I'll have to work on getting rid of those."

"Yeah, you will," Ryan said with a soft laugh before bowing his head to press his mouth against Greg's again. He loved kissing his boyfriend, tasting the soft sweetness of Greg's lips, feeling that slim body in his arms. He could stay here on the couch all day, just kissing Greg and being close to him.

"What do I taste like when you kiss me?" Greg asked, raising his head after they broke away from the kiss. "I know what you taste like, but I can't help wondering what my kisses taste like to you. I've heard that everybody's kisses taste different. So what are mine like?"

Ryan considered for a few moments; he'd never really thought about what Greg's kisses tasted like, though he knew exactly how to describe the way they made him feel. He had to take a few minutes to get his thoughts in order, but when he spoke, his voice was firm and decisive.

"Your kisses taste like sunshine," he said softly, gazing into Greg's eyes. "And happiness. And .... and they make me feel like I've been drinking champagne. Like I could get drunk on your kisses, and keep on drinking and drinking and never get my fill."

Greg blinked, his dark eyes widening as Ryan spoke. "Th-that's the most beautiful thing anybody's ever said to me," he whispered when Ryan stopped talking. "Nobody's ever told me what my kisses are like before. Not that I've ever asked anybdoy else that question."

"I should hope not!" Ryan said with a laugh, pulling Greg into his arms again. "I love how your kisses taste, Greg. And there's nobody else's kisses that I ever want to taste. Just yours. For now, and for the rest of our lives. Forever. I never want to kiss anybody else. Ever."

"I don't want you to kiss anybody else, either!" Greg told him with a laugh. It was amazing how quickly his boyfriend's moods could change, Ryan thought with a soft smile. But that was only one of the things that made Greg who he was, and that made Ryan love him.

"So what do I taste like when you kiss me?" Ryan asked, tilting his head to the side as he contemplated the man in his arms. He didn't know what Greg would say, but he was sure that it would be something romantic, something that would bring tears to his eyes and tug at his heart.

"You taste like love," Greg whispered, raising a hand to place his fingers on Ryan's lips. "It's like I can taste everything we feel for each other on your lips when you kiss me. You taste like dreams, and .... and like forever. I don't know how to describe it any better than that."

He'd been right, Ryan told himself, feeling his breath catch in his throat. He was going to cry. He had known that whatever Greg said would be beautiful, but he hadn't expected that. He hadn't known that his kisses affected Greg so profoundly.

"Hey, don't cry," Greg said softly, and Ryan shook his head, blinking back the sudden onrush of tears. "That was supposed to make you feel good, not make you cry." His voice was soft and loving, the words barely above a whisper, meant only for Ryan's ears.

"They're happy tears," Ryan murmured, swallowing back the lump that had formed in his throat. "You make me happy every day of our lives, Greg. That's why I think your kisses taste like happiness. Because every time I kiss you, I'm more happy than I ever thought I could be."

"Now you're going to make me cry," Greg declared, sniffling a little and dashing a hand across his eyes. "This is going to get pretty maudlin if we keep on going the way we are. What do you say we just spend our time kissing each other, instead of talking about it?"

"That sounds great to me," Ryan told him with a laugh, settling back comfortably against the pillows they'd piled on one end of the couch with Greg in his arms. His boyfriend looked up at him, a smile curving his lips, the ready laughter that Ryan loved to hear bubbling out.

"The taste of your kiss is going to be with me for the rest of my life," Ryan whispered before he bowed his head to capture Greg's mouth with his own. When he did, he tasted all of the things that they'd talked about -- happiness, sunshine, dreams, and most of all .... love.

He wanted to taste that love, and those kisses, for the rest of his life, Ryan thought as their kiss intensified. All he wanted to do for the rest of his days was to love this man for all of his days -- until eternity itself was at an end. If he could do that, then he would be the happiest man who'd ever lived.

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