[Shivers at the sound of his name, each time - seeming to long for it now, waiting for it. Just to hear his name like that - to be wanted that much - ]
[He pulls out of him after a moment, sighing out into the kiss and shifting, turning away from the wall so it's his back pressed against it. He still kisses him, distracted, messily, as he slides down the wall to sit on the floor, holding Kamui in his lap so he's straddling him, keeping him close, refusing to let go.]
[That longing is in him, too. To stay. To have him near. And yet, deep down, he feels that kind of fear, something he was so unaccustomed to. And as he kisses Kamui, there are words on the tip of his tongue - words he's never said before (right?) - but he pulls them back down immediately. Because, no, he couldn't love Kamui, could he? He didn't know him. They'd only just met - how could someone like him love someone else? Impossible. He almost laughs at the utter foolishness of it... he never would have pegged himself as a romantic. And yet.]
[He hums out gently - kissing Kamui with more focus now, cupping his face gently and kissing him, soft. Gentle. Longing... Mine. He bites softly at his bottom lip, staying close, smiling just a little. Mmm... mine.]