Kaito sighed and laid down, resting his head on Sora's thigh. And then he frowned and adjusted himself upwards. Ah, finally. The hard metal wasn't very comfortable for his head. He closed his eyes and straightened out a lock of hair, twisting and then letting it fall against Sora's skin like silver liquid.
What was wrong with him? Where did Sora even want him to start?
"I don't want to talk about it." He opened his eyes again and reached upwards, dragging his fingers over Sora's jawline lightly. "Keep distracting me."