She sighs. That wasn't it. There’s only one way she’s going to get her point across, now. Sora’s gonna have to take control of this situation. The girl moves her hands into his hair, gripping the back of his head simply to pull him down and press her lips into his. It’s not a peck like the last time, it’s not something she’s embarrassingly going to pull away for his reaction. No, she’s lingering – she’s pressing her lips a little harder. Come on, Hajime, cousins don’t kiss each other like this.
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He was unable to move, unable to process what was happening. Her lips were so warm so soft, it drew him in capturing him in a world all of their own. For seconds maybe minutes they stayed like that, two frozen statues connected by Sora’s kiss. Then, without realizing what he was doing his hand reached up, cupping her right behind the left ear.
His calloused hands tilted the other’s face just a little, pulling her in as he pushed back into the kiss lips moving of their own volition. He held her firmly but gently, like she was the most fragile and import thing in the world. Delicately he started to massage her check with his thumb, rubbing out little circles as their lips moved.
Hajime dropped his jaw deepening the kiss, refusing to let her go. Wanting to stay together in this perfect moment of connection. But oh god air, he broke the kiss with a gasp, orange eyes filled with desire quickly turning to fear and shame.
Oh god what had he done. “S-sora, I didn't.” His passion was flooded with fear as the older backed up, hand falling behind him. “Im- I shouldn't have, I didn't, Im sorry-.”