Kazuya had watched Toru carefully under the lidded eyes, noting the response in his face and the new and stronger pressure on the hand that had earlier been clasped over Toru's. He could only guess at what kind of thoughts were running amongst the other boy's head. The repression seemed to run deep, at least in terms of a battered self-esteem. The fact that others would have tormented Toru in such a way infuriated him (to such an extent that would have disturbed him had he stepped back to analyze it).
But for now, all that mattered were the barely whispered words that escaped the other adolescent's mouth. His face was almost a pure crimson. Did his words really have such an effect? Kazuya had never known or seen anyone react so strongly to any phrase he'd uttered. It was almost as if Toru's actions were a mini wonder of the world. The way he moved and held himself in those few seconds.. Kazuya could only stare. And then the final word was breathed, and Kazuya's own mouth opened slightly. But he didn't have a moment to speak, for Toru had already moved faster than he could have stopped him. Not that he wanted to, or that his feelings would have allowed him at all.
There was something unendingly pleasant about a kiss. It was a sweet, sweet honeyed thing. A ever-replenishing spring of the stuff, in mere physical form. It made sense, why people did it so often, and so passionately. And he couldn't help but fall into the same boat. It was a feeling that could simply take over, overpower every other wish but the want to kiss more. And as Toru leant in, so did he. The ungloved right hand that had been placed upon the other adolescent's face now snaked about his neck, holding him in the physically closed distance.