[He still can't believe it. Every time their eyes meet, let alone their lips like this. It's warm, a blossoming flower that he's been trying to tend to so carefully. But like this, fingers on his face and mouth to mouth, he can melt away the worries entirely. He feels safe and warm, under this night sky. They're flying together, just like they always have in his dreams.
The pheromones are present too, of course, and they may be what's eating at the last bit of Eichi's ability to hold back in any vague sort of 'public.' His kiss is slow and growing more intimate by the minute, dragging Wataru's bottom lip with his own before he breathes and moves in again, tongue slipping between always easily parting lips, wanting to taste him. A soft hum of a noise sounds into the kiss, and Eichi's eyes are closed now, too, as he leans his body in even more.
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The pheromones are present too, of course, and they may be what's eating at the last bit of Eichi's ability to hold back in any vague sort of 'public.' His kiss is slow and growing more intimate by the minute, dragging Wataru's bottom lip with his own before he breathes and moves in again, tongue slipping between always easily parting lips, wanting to taste him. A soft hum of a noise sounds into the kiss, and Eichi's eyes are closed now, too, as he leans his body in even more.
It's maddening. And so romantic.]