When Will responded like that Zeke knew he would have be a fool to break it. Regardless of the people who were lined up behind him, nothing else seemed important as he set his hand on the back of Will's head and kissed the hell out of him.

With their mouths dancing, molding together, hot from friction and slick with saliva, Zeke gripped his soft blonde hair and allowed his power to seep through. Heat would blossom through Will's body, though Zeke kept it above the waist so the tingling was focused mainly on his nipples, neck and mouth. It was slow, gentle, and Will would find that it would stop the moment he wanted it to.