[ the kiss is clumsy, but that doesn't dim any of its urgency, its force, the faint shocked sound he makes as his mouth parts and his eyes lid, chasing the faint spark of salt that runs from tongue to tongue. it lasts longer than it should, too -- but then, it's easy to linger, grip tightening in the thin vest, trusting that shiro'll take his weight. no surprise that the second kiss tumbles into the third with the tilt of his head, yielding and yielding, instinct-ridden with only the slightest sigh to betray him. ]
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