[That sound is so unexpected. Maybe somehow Hifumi forgot that Gentaro has a passionate side. He's seen it in a rap battle before, but something about him always seemed immovably distant. Certainly Hifumi didn't set out to get this close, but now that he is, he's dangerously delighted. This is the best thing that could've happened on a weird morning after work, and he never would have expected it. Not in a bazillion years.
So he continues the kiss, slow, soft, little sighs and huffs and gentle sounds affirming that he's content. He can tell Gentaro doesn't do this often, but then again, neither does Hifumi. He's a host, so he knows what he's doing, yet something sincere and sweet as this feels like it ought to be impossible. At the same time, it feels like he's alive in a way he hasn't been in so long, like tiny yellow flowers in a park, or that one big cherry tree, full of pink-white blooms, waving in the wind, carefree.
When he finally pulls away a few inches, his eyes remain closed for a moment.]
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So he continues the kiss, slow, soft, little sighs and huffs and gentle sounds affirming that he's content. He can tell Gentaro doesn't do this often, but then again, neither does Hifumi. He's a host, so he knows what he's doing, yet something sincere and sweet as this feels like it ought to be impossible. At the same time, it feels like he's alive in a way he hasn't been in so long, like tiny yellow flowers in a park, or that one big cherry tree, full of pink-white blooms, waving in the wind, carefree.
When he finally pulls away a few inches, his eyes remain closed for a moment.]
Man.