The last word of Kael had dissolved the space between them, turning the air into a dense and charged substance. There was no need for an explicit movement, a verbal invitation. Kael's gaze, deep and magnetic, had settled on Liam, not just seeing him, but absorbing him, inviting him to a surrender that the young man already felt in every fiber of his being. It was a silent order, a promise of devotion and dominance that Liam, without hesitation, accepted with each contained breath.

And so, without further preamble, Kael leaned in. It was not a abrupt movement, but a slow and deliberate descent, like that of a powerful shadow finally engulfing the light. Kael's lips, fleshy and dark as the night, met Liam's pale and slightly open mouth. It was not a gentle kiss, but a takeover. A claim. Kael devoured Liam's mouth with a voracious intensity, an ancestral hunger that manifested in every movement, every pressure. Liam's breath mixed with Kael's denser breath, a fusion of essences that erased boundaries.

Liam, who until then had been immaculate whiteness, found himself completely consumed by the dark force that dragged him. His own hands, timid at first, clung to Kael's robust back, feeling the tension of the muscles under the fabric, a tangible manifestation of that black power that now fully overwhelmed him. The kisses intensified, a primitive dance where Kael set the rhythm, deepening into Liam's mouth with a possession that left no room for doubt. It was the kiss of the conqueror and the surrendered, a pact sealed in humidity and heat.

Kael's hands did not remain idle. While his mouth claimed Liam's, his fingers, large and firm, began a slow and deliberate descent down the young man's back, tracing a path of skin and sensations. They slid over Liam's soft skin, exploring every curve, every line, in a deep caress. It was a touch that affirmed the role, that branded the new reality: Liam, the impure whiteness, now under Kael's total influence and dominance, archetype of dark and magnetic power. Each touch was a confirmation, each pressure an affirmation of ownership, of surrender. Liam's breathing became a stifled panting, a melody of surrender that only Kael could orchestrate.

In that embrace of mouths and hands, the taking of roles became undeniable. Kael was the master, the one who possessed, the one who consumed. Liam was the canvas, the surrendered, the one who received with a need that surprised even himself. The "black power" was not just an idea at that moment; it was a palpable force that manifested in Kael's mouth, in the pressure of his hands, in the absolute devotion that now bound Liam to him.