[Any surprise Conrad has about Yuuri's response is fleeting, leaving behind only warmth and relief. An eagerness of his own lets him accept Yuuri's deepening kiss, respond with perhaps just the slightest tinge of escalation. His free hand seeks out one of Yuuri's, folding over it and squeezing gently, fingers running over Yuuri's to try and interlace them.]
[He is careful not to push too much, only responding in kind, his kiss calm and easy. Not because he doesn't desire more; because with this kiss he doesn't want to show Yuuri the desperate need churning inside him, but rather to return the soft warmth and love he receives from Yuuri in turn.]
[Though he may later claim to have been lost in a haze in this moment, in fact Conrad feels more awake, more alive than he's ever felt.]