[ He'd be lying if he said he hadn't been thinking about something like this happening. But those had all been nonsense late night fantasies, buried in half-shame underneath his pillow for fear that somehow someone could hear his thoughts. Impossible scenarios he'd play over with that shallow amount of hope he had that their encounter could have somehow turned into something more. Allowed something more. ]
[ But those memories and his imagination aren't able to compare in the least to what actually kissing Ayato again is like. There's no way they could have, there's no way anything could when Ayato's lips find his. His fret and worry and concern are wiped from his mind from the pure surprise of his lord's hand on his jacket and lips on his and he knows that there's nothing else he could do but fall hard for him, just like he'd already had. ]
[ Where Ayato's lips and hands are cold and soft, his are warm and eager; he doesn't push the kiss past this gentle touch, but he meets it with a slow heat of interest and desire and want for the man in front of him. Where Ayato shivers, he whimpers in holding himself back from letting the heat of his desire consume them both. ]
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[ He'd be lying if he said he hadn't been thinking about something like this happening. But those had all been nonsense late night fantasies, buried in half-shame underneath his pillow for fear that somehow someone could hear his thoughts. Impossible scenarios he'd play over with that shallow amount of hope he had that their encounter could have somehow turned into something more. Allowed something more. ]
[ But those memories and his imagination aren't able to compare in the least to what actually kissing Ayato again is like. There's no way they could have, there's no way anything could when Ayato's lips find his. His fret and worry and concern are wiped from his mind from the pure surprise of his lord's hand on his jacket and lips on his and he knows that there's nothing else he could do but fall hard for him, just like he'd already had. ]
[ Where Ayato's lips and hands are cold and soft, his are warm and eager; he doesn't push the kiss past this gentle touch, but he meets it with a slow heat of interest and desire and want for the man in front of him. Where Ayato shivers, he whimpers in holding himself back from letting the heat of his desire consume them both. ]