[He's thought a lot of things about you, Yamamoto. Maybe if you take advantage and say or ask the right things, the words will find their way out-- that is, if it's not already too apparent with the way his lips slowly past self-conscious hesitance and cover Yamamoto's mouth. He's never kissed anyone either. Not like this. That isn't to say the thought hasn't ever crossed his mind; he's day dreamed every so often in the middle of class about Kyoko, but his imagination doesn't seem to quite play out the idea of his and Kyoko's lips actually meeting. It tends to stay innocent in his mind with Kyoko in the foreground and him in the back, smiling away. This is different. There's no Kyoko, no unequal ground, and lots of familiar physical warmth that he's never needed to imagine. After all, a slung arm and chest pressed against his back on a daily basis supplies him with a comfortable heat throughout the seasons. The same is present now between their lips and, call him crazy, but it's even better and strangely relaxing for the first that it is.
Yamamoto is just as clumsy which makes him not feel so awkward each time his tongue manages to stumble over the others and roll around it searchingly. The little suck does catch him by surprise, making him lightly jump, but voice a pleased sound he didn't know he could even make. If Yamamoto had any doubt that he was doing well, that certainly should chase that way.
When the kiss ends, he licks at his lips and breathes in, trying to stay quiet. His hearts drumming loud enough-- no need for his breathing to add on to the embarrassment heating up his face. His eyes blink, half-lidded gaze trying to focus on Yamamoto as he presses his forehead against the other's. It's almost like a bump but leans more towards a lazy nuzzle.
He can't help the small laugh that bubbles in his throat, sheepish but happy.]
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Yamamoto is just as clumsy which makes him not feel so awkward each time his tongue manages to stumble over the others and roll around it searchingly. The little suck does catch him by surprise, making him lightly jump, but voice a pleased sound he didn't know he could even make. If Yamamoto had any doubt that he was doing well, that certainly should chase that way.
When the kiss ends, he licks at his lips and breathes in, trying to stay quiet. His hearts drumming loud enough-- no need for his breathing to add on to the embarrassment heating up his face. His eyes blink, half-lidded gaze trying to focus on Yamamoto as he presses his forehead against the other's. It's almost like a bump but leans more towards a lazy nuzzle.
He can't help the small laugh that bubbles in his throat, sheepish but happy.]
You taste like wine too. I... I... like it.