Their individual realms of learned expertise were gravity and fire; oh they were forces to be reckoned with; two men who were often times very circumspect and deliberate in their actions, but underneath the surface they were forces of nature; unavoidable. Together, they created shooting stars, or new galaxies. Essek should've known that it would come to this between them.

But he was not displeased by it, in fact he melted against Caleb as their lips collided- There was nothing about Essek that was hesitant. If Caleb wanted to consume him, then he would respond in kind- he would not temper himself, nor deny himself that he wanted those taste of lips.

Against Caleb's mouth, like he was biting fruit, he cupped that jaw and explored eagerly but patiently, the warmth drawing him like a moth to the flame and there was rather enthusiastic consent in this for Caleb. They had time and they had this right now, and if they wanted to collide, it had only ever been a build up to this moment.

This inevitability.