A slight tang of salt sweat skin mingles with the faintest trace of scentless soap from an early morning shower. A hint of musk, the fruity zing of tart lime zest and the bitter pungency of alien spice add deeper accents to the flavour that lingers on his lips.
His tongue sneaks out once more and takes another delicate lick at his tiny smile. It's been three long hours since he finally dared to take that final step and actually kiss the object of his hopes and dreams and fears.
Mulder tasted delicious, just as Krycek had known he would.