The whole kiss-means-romance thing usually just meant Dante avoided doing it until the set-up was clear, but he had no real hang-ups about it. Just not high on the priority list.

Except he was starting to get pretty fond of Ezra's mouth. Especially when he kept using it like that.

He grunted against Ezra's mouth, pleased, and pressed his fingers more firmly against the bumps and ridges of Ez's spine on the way back, fanning them out to catch more skin.