[Carefully, one hand slides up into Natsume's hair and gently strokes the strands, Wataru sighing happily through his nose as Natsume responds favorably. He doesn't see him as childish, but he really is cute in all the ways that matter to Wataru right now. More like desirable. But that could also be Wataru's hunger coloring the edges of his reason.
It's telling that he doesn't move to pull Natsume closer yet, just focuses his energy and care on the kiss, on being sincere. On losing himself in it, little by little. It's barely edged forward at first, lips parted only slightly, no hint that he may try to advance it until his tongue finally gives Natsume's lips a questioning touch.]
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It's telling that he doesn't move to pull Natsume closer yet, just focuses his energy and care on the kiss, on being sincere. On losing himself in it, little by little. It's barely edged forward at first, lips parted only slightly, no hint that he may try to advance it until his tongue finally gives Natsume's lips a questioning touch.]