[The second that hand touches his face, Shouta's already leaning into the touch, like he's been starved for it for months. Or at least a month, and maybe in a way he has. It's been so long now, and he's been so careful, or tried to be, but even if it's not the Hizashi he married in that body, it's still a body he knows intimately, and a man who's been his best friend since he was a lonely teenager.
Even the hand would be enough, at least that's what he tells himself as Hizashi starts to talk. But he doesn't have to settle for just the hand. Instead, Hizashi's not talking anymore. He's leaning in, and his lips lightly brush Shouta's. For a second, he doesn't do anything, even holding his breath in an effort to not end this prematurely; then he's lifting his free hand to wrap his arm around Hizashi's waist, and his mouth is moving against the other man's, the kiss becoming an actual kiss, even if it's one that's soft and almost more of a question.]
you're the one who enabled me in the first place
Even the hand would be enough, at least that's what he tells himself as Hizashi starts to talk. But he doesn't have to settle for just the hand. Instead, Hizashi's not talking anymore. He's leaning in, and his lips lightly brush Shouta's. For a second, he doesn't do anything, even holding his breath in an effort to not end this prematurely; then he's lifting his free hand to wrap his arm around Hizashi's waist, and his mouth is moving against the other man's, the kiss becoming an actual kiss, even if it's one that's soft and almost more of a question.]