[ There's something terribly overwhelming about the way Megumi leans into his space, the way he looks at him, as if they could drown in each other, and Yuji isn't sure what to do with his arms for a moment. He leans back into the door behind him, tilting his head to watch his friend for a moment, wondering what he should do. He wants to give back, even as Megumi touches him, pulls at his shirt, his cheeks flushed high with red.
It's a little embarrassing, but it feels good, too.
Really good, actually.
Lifting his arms, he pulls his shirt off and drops it to one side, nodding carefully. ]
I'll tell you - [ But then he's being kissed, and suddenly he can't think properly, his arms wrapping around Megumi's neck to pull him closer and kiss him hard. ]
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It's a little embarrassing, but it feels good, too.
Really good, actually.
Lifting his arms, he pulls his shirt off and drops it to one side, nodding carefully. ]
I'll tell you - [ But then he's being kissed, and suddenly he can't think properly, his arms wrapping around Megumi's neck to pull him closer and kiss him hard. ]