That swoop forward, the sudden closing of the distance between them as much as Sam’s mouth on his took Matthias by surprise. The wolf had some height on him, so he was already looking up when they crashed together. The mask he’d pushed back onto his head earlier in the night toppled to the ground as he tipped his head back even further to meet Sam’s kiss.

He could taste it on Sam’s tongue: years of love and longing for him. It was like a drug that Matthias wanted more of. So he rose up on the balls of his feet, throwing his around Sam’s neck to keep the wolf close. He pried his tongue between Sam’s soft lips, sweeping into his mouth to map it out for the first time in all their years together.