[He draws in a breath that is not a gasp, thank you, and straightens his shoulders at Kaeya's immediate approach and closeness. It's a struggle to not lean away from him, but he claims the gesture as a challenge and grins, instead. Tilting his head ever so slightly backward, his lips pull away from his teeth and he speaks right into their mingled breath.]
It'll do. [Excuse him as he reaches a hand forward to hook his index finger on that little clasp at his throat and tilt his head to drag Kaeya to his lips.]
[He is by no means a practiced kisser. He's eighteen and arguably more emotionally constipated than he is intelligent, and has been an idol of sorts in the Japanese public eye for the most eligible years of his life, but if there's one thing he's good at, it's research. He's at least got a good idea for how to be alluring, in theory if not in practice.]
i will not apologize for the subject of all smooching being akira
It'll do. [Excuse him as he reaches a hand forward to hook his index finger on that little clasp at his throat and tilt his head to drag Kaeya to his lips.]
[He is by no means a practiced kisser. He's eighteen and arguably more emotionally constipated than he is intelligent, and has been an idol of sorts in the Japanese public eye for the most eligible years of his life, but if there's one thing he's good at, it's research. He's at least got a good idea for how to be alluring, in theory if not in practice.]