Moulin's eyes widened. The gentle movements of Hadrian's lips muddled his thoughts. Moulin could not think. His mind was blank, and his eyes were wide. He could not react when Hadrian's fingers weaved through his hair, slipping through the bound strands of silvery-white. His long fingers curved to cradle Moulin's head and pulled him closer and deeper in the kiss.
All the while, silence enveloped the whole area. Dumbfounded and shocked, the audience held their breath. It felt as though their eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.
Hadrian angled his head and pushed his tongue between Moulin's lips. It was when he felt Moulin's fingers dig into his arms did he pull away. Breathing heavily and his face painted flushed, Moulin revealed a skeptical look at Hadrian. He wasn't angry. He was surprised. Did something happen? Moulin was sure he was only gone for a few hours.
"Did you miss me that much?" Moulin muttered as he blinked.