Have have a paragraph of Paul/Johnny. Feel free to correct tense and errors if you see it.

The kiss starts as a slow movement of lips and soft press of tongues—if Johnny didn’t know any better, didn’t know the how and why of being in the alley with this man—he’d almost say it was soft, even sweet. That thought is shattered when Paul sinks his teeth into Johnny’s lower lip, hard, causing him to release a cry from the back of his throat in surprise. Paul runs his tongue lightly over the bruised spot before plunging back into Johnny’s mouth.  He sucks on Johnny’s tongue, tangling his hands through his thick, floppy brown hair. It makes Johnny strangely feel like he’s being eaten alive.