[ oh... he will let him. why is his heart suddenly pounding? he's kissed him before - more than once. this shouldn't be an issue. but there's something different about kissing him now... like it has more meaning, even though it really doesn't.
yuzuru... stares at him, for a second, gently holding his shoulders again so nisaka will know he's there, and after a couple seconds of hesitation, he finally leans in and presses their lips together. it starts almost the same as his lame kiss from before, but slowly he parts his lips, and tries to initiate a real kiss, finally. ]
[ nisaka, for his part, remains absolutely still. patient, too, as he can practically feel the nervous energy rolling off of yuzuru before the other boy finally moves in. he supposes, if he were a nicer person, he would be gentler about this. the boy's clearly going through something, and simultaneously wholly unwilling to accept or acknowledge that he is, and so a kinder soul would let him approach such a delicate subject on his own pace...
the stillness that nisaka had demonstrated seconds before the kiss connected is long gone the moment he feels those lips part. spurred by his own frustrations and anger, he surges forward to be an active participant in the kiss, parting his own lips and slipping his tongue through as if to say try to ignore or deny this, i dare you. ]
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yuzuru... stares at him, for a second, gently holding his shoulders again so nisaka will know he's there, and after a couple seconds of hesitation, he finally leans in and presses their lips together. it starts almost the same as his lame kiss from before, but slowly he parts his lips, and tries to initiate a real kiss, finally. ]
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the stillness that nisaka had demonstrated seconds before the kiss connected is long gone the moment he feels those lips part. spurred by his own frustrations and anger, he surges forward to be an active participant in the kiss, parting his own lips and slipping his tongue through as if to say try to ignore or deny this, i dare you. ]