Lance leaned back in his chair and chuckled. Low and unbothered.
"I learned from the best," he said.
He stood up slowly, straightening to his full height, and held Ansel's gaze across the desk.
"Were you waiting for me?" he said. "Out there in the corridor." He tilted his head slightly. "Did you miss me? So much that you came all the way down to my office?"
"Don't flatter yourself," Ansel said.
Lance chuckled again.
"Your office and mine have no business with each other at this hour," he said. He came around the side of the desk unhurried, closing the distance between them one step at a time. "Come here. I'll give you a kiss for being cute." He looked at Ansel's face with the calm assessment of someone conducting a survey. "You're more pliable now that you're older."
"And you," Ansel said, "are even more infuriating now that you're older."
Lance smiled.
He closed the remaining gap between them.
Lance kissed him like he had all the time in the world.
Not urgent.
