[He hears Eichi's request, and he's about to raise his head higher and respond, but there are lips being pressed to his. He panics, uncertain, freezing up for a moment, not having anticipated that. But it's warm. Eichi's lips are warm and although they should feel foreign, stealing Wataru's first kiss, they feel comfortable and right. They feel like he's known them forever. He knows just how Eichi likes to be kissed, and he tips his head to the side even in Eichi's hold, just to get the contact and depth he knows Eichi craves. He doesn't know how he knows this.
Well, that's a lie. He suspects why. Maybe he was too desperate to believe in fate and a possibility of happiness, maybe he created this destiny and he's just overly imaginative. He doesn't care right now, as he reaches up to cover Eichi's hands with his own, then runs his hands down Eichi's arms before embracing him again. A lover's embrace.]
We've known each other before. I've lived for you. I've died for you, haven't I? Kill me again, Eichi.
[He mumbles against those soft lips, desperate for connection, desperate for affirmation. He'll tell him how he knows when they break apart, but for now... he finally lets his own tears fall as he begins to fumble the kiss.]
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Well, that's a lie. He suspects why. Maybe he was too desperate to believe in fate and a possibility of happiness, maybe he created this destiny and he's just overly imaginative. He doesn't care right now, as he reaches up to cover Eichi's hands with his own, then runs his hands down Eichi's arms before embracing him again. A lover's embrace.]
We've known each other before. I've lived for you. I've died for you, haven't I? Kill me again, Eichi.
[He mumbles against those soft lips, desperate for connection, desperate for affirmation. He'll tell him how he knows when they break apart, but for now... he finally lets his own tears fall as he begins to fumble the kiss.]