[It's like an arrow through the heart. Keito's always been good at archery, but this is particularly personal, and Eichi's hand falters above where he'd been waiting to touch Keito's cheek again, not yet dropping to skin. Keito might be able to catch the way that Eichi's breath falters, as close as he is, but that's it. There's silence, for a few seconds, and then Eichi brings those fingers down to his face, as tender and gentle as ever.]

I won't hurt you. If possible, I'd like to be able to give you something you've never felt before... but I'm worried that doing it simply would make me a little too late.

[Second place, he doesn't say, eyes trailing over Keito's vulnerable form. His fingertips move to the side, brushing some hair from his face.]

I won't hurt you.

[He repeats it again, and before he lets emotion get to his voice or his face too much, he leans in to cover Keito's lips with his own. A warm, emotional kiss, slowly deepening. He's done a lot, so maybe Keito can't trust him anymore. Is that where they're at, despite everything else? If that's the case, he has to desperately try to fix it, right?

Even if he doesn't think there's any going back. His body settles closer to Keito from the side, his cool skin brushing against Keito's in small spots, and he tosses Keito's pants to the side. First, he wants to finish this kiss.]