bruce had kissed girls before, of course, but this was so different. girls were all soft and curves and pliant, sighing beneath him. pliant and submissive. but kissing david was nothing like that. his stubble burned bruce’s mouth, his kisses hard and aggressive and bruising. every place bruce’s hands searched for soft curves they found hard planes and angles. so many angles. so incredibly different from the soft submissive girls bruce was used to. every where he touched was another angle. david was angles on top of angles wrapped in a dominant five o’clock shadow. nothing like a supple, tender, mild girl.