That was something Ripley had been staying back from, uncertain how the Sheriff would react to it. But the open invitation was all he needed to toss that thought away and he leaned forward, making sure the movement dragged his own body against Graham's as he found the Sheriff's lips.

Of course, this was what he had wanted to sneak a taste of to begin with. Graham drank nearly as much coffee as he did, and he had little doubt the strong, darkly rich flavor would linger in the Sheriff's mouth. When he kissed, it was lacking the languid slowness and hesitance Ripley held about him. It was hungry and he didn't wait for further permission to make the kiss a deep and hungry one, determined to satisfy his curiosity.

He was not disappointed to find a trace of the coffee among the slightly bitter taste of alcohol still on Graham's tongue. His own lapped against it and the ran along the roof of his mouth, small, pleased sounds in the back of his throat and his hands taking full advantage of the Sheriff's bared torso.

Yes, this was much better. Even if his pants were now an uncomfortably tight press of pressure against his cock, and his clothes had him feeling overheated.

When he pulled back from the kiss, he was panting, and tugging his own shirt off to escape the heat surrounding him.