[ This kiss is welcome, but the words are not. Fushimi doesn't move to reciprocate, letting Misaki kiss him and just gripping at the edge of his shirt in return. ]
[ He lets him go, reaching around Misaki to retrieve his glasses. Fushimi doesn't put them on though; he simply folds them closed and clenches them in his hand. ]
Well I dunno when I'll be ready. I never even thought about kissing anyone before today so it's just kinda fast is all.
[ He draws up his knees a bit and doesn't try to reach out to Fushimi again. Yata just doesn't understand how he could expect him to be okay with the idea of sex so quickly. ]
[ He chews at his lip, a precursor to grinding his teeth, and he rubs at his cheek out of nervousness. Stretching, Fushimi leans to press his forehead against one of the arms he has wrapped around his knees. ]
[ Fushimi doesn't say anything in response, the frown that was beginning to show replaced with a smile. He wraps his arms around Misaki, drawing him into a hug as a quiet thank you. ]
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You got my first kiss, isn't that enough for the moment?
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How long do I have to wait?
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Why does it matter?
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I want to be better prepared when it happens.
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[ He draws up his knees a bit and doesn't try to reach out to Fushimi again. Yata just doesn't understand how he could expect him to be okay with the idea of sex so quickly. ]
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I'm sorry, Misaki.
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[ Because he knows Fushimi, and he might not be sorry for everything. ]
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[ He's surprisingly comfortable with this new blurring of the lines between them. ]
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