Sweetness filled his nose as he drew the warlock boy closer. His musk was tangy; citrusy, yet held with it the dry smell of clay. It was a strange scent, certainly nothing the ginger-haired boy had ever smelled before, but it was a nice smell.
But the warlock boy must have noticed the sniffs from him, because he bashfully pulled his head away.
"Do I smell bad? I'm sorry."
The ginger-haired boy just cackled and beamed, gently tugging the warlock boy back down.
"You smell like an orange grove. I like it."
Made even more shy at the comment, the warlock boy slowly allowed himself to be fully pulled towards the other boy's face. As their lips finally make shaky, tentative contact, the warlock boy brings his hand away from his side-- where his staff was nestled-- and rests it on the soft flesh of the ginger-haired boy's cheek. He could feel him smile into their shared kiss when he did so, inadvertently making him smile as well.