[ there's a sheer, crystal moment where he doesn't think.
it's just fingertips grazing cheekbone, secondhand warmth and the taste of shiro's breath with adrenaline shivering through his veins in sparks -- all the excuse he needs to dig the heel of his hand against shiro's seat as he leans over to take the kiss properly, an instant, unflinching demand. there's no excuse, and he doesn't need one: here's all the answer he needs, in the turn of shiro's body towards him, the heartbeat thick against his splaying fingers.
the kiss strings out, lingers -- and stops just short of more when he shifts to lean just a little more and his thigh bumps the brake. ]
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it's just fingertips grazing cheekbone, secondhand warmth and the taste of shiro's breath with adrenaline shivering through his veins in sparks -- all the excuse he needs to dig the heel of his hand against shiro's seat as he leans over to take the kiss properly, an instant, unflinching demand. there's no excuse, and he doesn't need one: here's all the answer he needs, in the turn of shiro's body towards him, the heartbeat thick against his splaying fingers.
the kiss strings out, lingers -- and stops just short of more when he shifts to lean just a little more and his thigh bumps the brake. ]