[ fff, excuse him while he takes advantage of moments and opportunities. if there's any distance between them, alois closes it fluidly. not too quickly, but not too slowly either. he holds ritsuka's cheeks, careful and soft, in his hands.
it's all meant to be coaxing and soothing, but who knows—alois is an expert at wooing adult men, not boys younger than himself. he admires ritsuka's eyes, with his own, half-closed with content and self-confidence. and, why shouldn't he be? this is just a small part of the one thing he's really good at.
then, after a small moment, he lets their lips meet. his own are very plush and sweet. strawberry-tasting, because one never knows when kissing will come in handy and it's important for it to be wonderful. in all sensations, taste, touch, and scent. it's important.
he makes certain not to go overboard with any tongue, but it lasts longer than a chaste peck and for one so simple, he's really crafting with it. he slides his hands to ritsuka's neck, and traces his jaw with his thumbs.
a little hum of satisfaction, like he's won something for himself, then he breaks away, but still ghosts his fingers over the other boy's neck. ]