[Practically melts into each kiss, the sounds he makes all becoming soft whispers of Fuuma's name between breaths, even as the movements of his body slow down to rolling lightly against him in turn. Yet his name doesn't die down right away, an edge to Kamui's voice that almost sounds of desperation, of a deeper longing than he even realizes. Now stay, begs that something at the back of his mind. Stay, stay, stay.]