[He fights against that deep ache inside him - the knowledge that, no, he would leave him. Eventually, everything would disappear - and it would be like none of this ever existed. That feeling almost takes him surprise. That he would care that much, that deeply - of course he knew that the dragon would leave, after all. And why should he want to keep him? He'd only known him for a day, and yet this ache felt like one that had lingered there for years and years, nagging away at him, refusing to acknowledge or believe or accept in any way. And yet... he breathes out, almost shaky, as he kisses him, pressing a little closer to Kamui in turn. Just holding him... as long as he can.]
[He shifts, though, kissing him gently but lowering him back, dipping him down so that the back of his head touches the water. His hand smooths through his hair, wetting it a little, before lifting him back up, brushing his hand down his back and over his arms, washing him again, but still refusing to let go of him, to stop kissing him. Stay... just stay.]
[Why did he want that so completely and deeply? More than he'd wanted anything else in his entire life, it seemed. How strange. How... utterly terrifying. To want someone he couldn't actually have.]