[This, this, he wants all of this, more of this. His heart is pounding so hard, but instead of pain it feels like pure pleasure. Ecstasy. He's kissed and he kisses back, leaned completely on his back now, tugging Wataru's braid to keep him close, like a leash he doesn't want to let go.

He speaks between kissing him, but continues to do so, even breathless. Kiss, kiss, words, more kiss, varying depths of it— he's so lost in this.]

Then, allow me to continue to be blunt. I want you, Wataru... Every bit of you is something I want to keep to myself. To close my hands around you would mean to block out your light from the rest of the world, which I don't want to do, but— there are times when I want to feel that glow alone, to open my palms and find you there.

[So many words, to match with so many kisses.]

For as much as I want to hold you, I also... [He trails off at that one, though. He wants to hold him, to go after him, capture him, keep him. Of course he does. That's the Eichi everyone knows. But he also wants to be held... by strong arms. To be wanted. To be liked, no— loved. His next kiss is extra sweet.]