[Tristan whines into the kiss, sucking in every moment of air he's allowed. Hating himself but pressing his tongue against his brother's willingly after a while, half hoping the indulgence will make Ariel happy enough to give him more air, half just delirious from lack of oxygen. As kisses go it's filled with urgent need, at the very least. Clumsy from dizziness but far from his first kiss.]

[When the kiss is over and he can breathe in truth, he collapses back, vision edged in black as he takes in huge, heaving gasps, a low keening sound of shock, misery, anguish in his throat.]