[ whatever we doing, i guess this wasn't part of it. he'd said it, he'd meant it -- and he means it still, even as his mouth tilts to complete the circuit, drag sparks down his spine. shiro's something he's always known, but this -- this is something else.
it doesn't mean he's taking it any easier.
it's only a slow sort of kiss at first, an ungainly sort of answer with the heel of a hand braced on the compartment between them, the map still splayed over shiro's knees, fingertips prickling bare skin -- and then he's leaning over, angling to take the kiss properly, open and intent, chasing the same rhythm they'd just started to learn over rumpled sheets in a morning-dark bedroom streets back. ]
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it doesn't mean he's taking it any easier.
it's only a slow sort of kiss at first, an ungainly sort of answer with the heel of a hand braced on the compartment between them, the map still splayed over shiro's knees, fingertips prickling bare skin -- and then he's leaning over, angling to take the kiss properly, open and intent, chasing the same rhythm they'd just started to learn over rumpled sheets in a morning-dark bedroom streets back. ]