More Than Once

"I think the first boy I liked... was Hugh. We were best friends for years. Then his family moved away..."
The man beside him nodded. They were still laying in bed, naked.
Victor knew he should go. But he couldn't. This was the first time he felt whole again.
"Was he your first kiss?"
Victor shook his head. "No."
He didn't want to think about Henry now. How the feeling of his lips was almost electric. How he smelled of sherry and expensive cigars.
Victor kissed him again, tracing his way down the stranger's body.
Trying. But unable to forget.