Takumi doesn’t know what he expected. Something rougher, sharp— with blood and teeth and torn skin, lips that break open, red and raw, lit by an urgency that very much might swallow him if he doesn’t watch himself.
His first kiss with Omokage is anything but.
It’s shy, surprisingly awkward, and the only thing sharp about it is Omokage’s fingernails gently prickling the back of his neck. From the way Omokage runs his mouth about much more explicit acts, Takumi thought for sure that he’d be more experienced. But the mouth against his own is stiff and clumsy, and it makes his heart flutter like crazy…!
He’s never kissed a boy before.
Well, he’s never kissed a girl before, either. Is there such a distinction, really?














