[A kiss - half-expected, but not to come from Kunimi. Whelk feels his eyes try to widen as instead they fall closed. And he returns the kiss. And he all at once feels more intoxicated than he’s felt all night - possibly in years. And it’s a very warm feeling, and his arms wrap very snugly around Kunimi and pull him closer, and it’s a slow, shockingly gentle, fanciful feeling thing.
[And Whelk doesn’t think for a moment about how it last felt to kiss someone this way. And all there is is Kunimi Akira and himself. And he kisses him again before they can even pull apart from the first one.
[And he very much wants Kunimi to stay for as long as possible. And he relishes in how it feels not to be alone. And the feeling that swells up and consumes him is so unlike anything he’s felt in seven years that it’s overwhelming to the point that his face contorts with emotion on a third slow kiss.
[And he feels all at once like he finally has something. He’ll sleep well tonight, he thinks.]
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[And Whelk doesn’t think for a moment about how it last felt to kiss someone this way. And all there is is Kunimi Akira and himself. And he kisses him again before they can even pull apart from the first one.
[And he very much wants Kunimi to stay for as long as possible. And he relishes in how it feels not to be alone. And the feeling that swells up and consumes him is so unlike anything he’s felt in seven years that it’s overwhelming to the point that his face contorts with emotion on a third slow kiss.
[And he feels all at once like he finally has something. He’ll sleep well tonight, he thinks.]