It felt wrong to compare this to what it had been like to kiss Karen. However, he didn't have much basis for comparison and it was a little startling just how reminiscent it was. Back to when he'd been so much younger and it had all been new and thrilling. When they'd literally tumbled in the hay.

There was some stubble, that was very different, and the cologne, all of it, was distinctly manly. Different, not unpleasant. He pulled back, but kept his hands around Aleister's hips, not entirely certain when they'd even ended up there. His eyes a little unfocused, he felt the need to inform him. "I don't do that kinda thing. Normally."