"That's not romantic at all. You're terrible at seduction." Even as he says it, his hands tremble a bit. The heat between their grips feel a little wet with sweat. That laugh is so pleasant, that look on her face-- he wish he could capture it in a photograph right now.

He takes away his finger and leans in.

Her mouth feels warm and her lips are soft. He doesn't know how this works so he keeps his mouth closed as he presses against her, breathing slowly. His thoughts are racing too fast, but they've flattened into something simpler. This is fine. It's okay to do this. The fingers wrapping around his aren't a rejection and he laughs a little when he pulls back.

It was so easy. Is this what he'd been afraid of all this time? Already he wants another--it's as if he's finally sipped water after forcing himself to wander parched. Would it be greedy to ask her to do it again so soon? He doesn't want to talk anymore. He doesn't want to think, or to allow himself the time to chase himself into another corner. He wants to concentrate on how warm her hands are, how pleasant her breath feels against his skin.

Maybe he doesn't deserve any of this. Maybe, in the end, this won't work out.

But... he'll do his best to hold onto it while he still could.

"... Kido's cute like this. We should do this more often."