“How long you been holding that back?" Killian asks, nosing along the side of Ezra's jaw.
"The minute I wanted to put my fist through your teeth at the Stag," he confesses.
“Fucking knew it.” Killian doesn’t bother letting him catch his breath. Standing on the tips of his toes, he grabs Ezra by the collar of his coat and crashes their mouths back together.”