[Kissing him back with a similar train of thought on that last part, trying so hard not to think of how much he's been missing this -- how it was and would always be only him that he wanted, in every way. But ignoring these things in that moment, in the end is too difficult, and it overwhelms him, only to drive him to kiss Fuuma even more. The mistletoe is long since disappeared, but Kamui's hands move, from grabbing onto Fuuma's clothes and instead going around his shoulders, one hand tangling into his hair at the back of his head. Maybe just as possessively.]