[Perhaps Natsume shouldn't be surprised by his mentor's enthusiasm, yet he can't help the way his breath catches when Wataru's tongue delves more into his mouth. By now he's kissed a few people and would consider himself fairly skilled, being the quick learner he is, but as tends to happen when in the presence of one of the other Oddballs he feels like a complete novice. For now all he can do is try to keep up, letting his tongue meet the older magician's with a soft noise deep in his throat.
Almost without thinking he finds his hands sliding up higher, wrapping around the other's neck, slipping through soft hair so that his fingers can interlace at the back of his head and keep him there. Perhaps this is a bit childish and selfish in it's own way, but he's quickly finding that he doesn't want this to stop so soon.]
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Almost without thinking he finds his hands sliding up higher, wrapping around the other's neck, slipping through soft hair so that his fingers can interlace at the back of his head and keep him there. Perhaps this is a bit childish and selfish in it's own way, but he's quickly finding that he doesn't want this to stop so soon.]