[ it's a chain reaction: his head jerking to meet the angle, a name that melts on his tongue, his fist grinding tight in shiro's shirt as the first faint breath cracks between them, swayed into a kiss.
it's easy, is the thing -- a kiss warm and reeling headlong, certainty banded through him, ironclad. more than the icy rains or oldtown's crumbling backstreets, he knows this man -- knows the body tilting against him and the pulse gleaming beneath his knuckles. it should be no surprise at all that he's leaning into it after no more than a lost beat and a faint, displeased sound, all demand and immediate intent, chasing the only sure thing left in the world. ]
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it's easy, is the thing -- a kiss warm and reeling headlong, certainty banded through him, ironclad. more than the icy rains or oldtown's crumbling backstreets, he knows this man -- knows the body tilting against him and the pulse gleaming beneath his knuckles. it should be no surprise at all that he's leaning into it after no more than a lost beat and a faint, displeased sound, all demand and immediate intent, chasing the only sure thing left in the world. ]