Baljeet just stared, his chest rising and falling in his breathlessness. He was sure his face was the darkest red possible, so much he could feel his ears burning as well. O-oh, he’d never been kissed like that.

Phineas wet his lips, a little breathless and warm himself.

“You look like you enjoyed that,” he commented peppily, a gleeful smirk tugging at his mouth.

“O-oh, I always love kissing, but,” Baljeet started, still trying to collect his coherency. “But that.” His lip caught in his teeth and he exhaled loudly through his nose as he sunk against the wall.

“That was not a kiss,” he breathed quietly, trembling lightly when Phineas reached out to run his fingers across his jawline.

The ginger couldn’t help the predatory yet elated grin that stretched his lips.

“Nothing’s too good to be true, ‘Jeet,” Phineas murmured, pressing closer to the shorter male (and taking into account the tenting he could feel already happening in Baljeet’s skinny jeans), “And that was definitely a kiss.”

Baljeet worried his lip a little harder, having to shut his eyes when they were whispered against to try and hold back his urgings. God, he wasn’t used to being given wobbly knees anymore. Normally HE was the one taking someone’s breath away, not the other way around. Kissing was his one great weakness, and as such he always knew how to make ANYONE melt. But that, that was so much different than all the ways he knew. He couldn’t help it when he pressed his hips.

“Where did you… learn that?” he asked, trying so very hard not to jump Phineas right then and there.

“A great magician never reveals his secrets,” Phineas purred, nipping at the Indian’s bottom lip in a teasingly light manner. “But…” He pressed his fingertips down into Baljeet’s tight jeans.

“I’m sure as hell willing to perform it for you again.”