Kiss before the Storm

He leaned in, his lips gently brushing against Cassiel's...

As Dáinn leaned in, Cassiel's heart fluttered wildly in his chest. His cheeks flushed a soft shade of pink, and his entire being felt electrified with nerves. This was an entirely new experience for him, and his shyness threatened to overpower him.

Feeling Cassiel's hesitation, Dáinn paused, giving him the time he needed to process the moment. His thumb continued to caress Cassiel's cheek in a tender, comforting gesture. "You don't have to do anything you're not ready for," Dáinn murmured, his voice a gentle whisper. "We can take this as slow as you need."

Cassiel appreciated Dáinn's understanding and kindness. He mustered a shy smile and replied, "It's not that I don't want to, Dáinn. It's just... I've... I've never done this before."

Dáinn's eyes filled with warmth and reassurance. "That's okay, Siel," he said, "There's no rush."