[All Wataru can do is watch helplessly as Eichi declares that, approaches, climbs onto the bed, and presses him back with the most satisfying kiss of Wataru's life. He doesn't dare try to speak. Eichi found his answer, and even if Wataru disagrees, even if he thinks he's the unworthy one, he'll greedily take this.
He arches up against Eichi, putting his hands over the ones on his cheeks briefly before running them up Eichi's arms and looping them around his neck. Maybe this will never end. Maybe they can kiss forever. Wataru, at least, is kissing Eichi back like he's not sure he'll ever have the privilege again. He makes soft sounds against Eichi's lips, tongue eagerly seeking the blonde's.]
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He arches up against Eichi, putting his hands over the ones on his cheeks briefly before running them up Eichi's arms and looping them around his neck. Maybe this will never end. Maybe they can kiss forever. Wataru, at least, is kissing Eichi back like he's not sure he'll ever have the privilege again. He makes soft sounds against Eichi's lips, tongue eagerly seeking the blonde's.]