[Ritsuka opens his eyes, shivering faintly beneath the light touch of Alois's fingers. the kiss reminded him of Soubi's - not most of his kisses, rough with urgency and pain and necessary for them to win, but the gentle kisses few and far between, dreamy kisses that Ritsuka falls asleep or wakes up to, that linger with him even when he's not sure they really happened.
Alois's kiss is like that, only without the bitter taste of Soubi's cigarettes or the familiar chafing of bandages against his skin. Alois is all sweetness and softness, and Ritsuka can't help thinking that maybe this is okay, maybe this is nice, even.