[ it's too much, isn't it? atsushi feels like he's about to boil over, like a pot of water left on the stove for too long. maybe it's better to stop here, get up and maybe.. open a window, air out the room. they could watch that other movie dazai brought, maybe it's better than that scary one, and--
oh.
atsushi's eyes grow wide when he feels dazai's lips on his own. they're soft and warm, and the touch makes him shudder, like someone is trickling ice cold water down his spine. his grip on dazai's shoulders tightens and he finally remembers to will himself to relax.
his eyes fall shut, even though he'd love to continue staring at dazai's handsome face from up close, and he tilts his head just a tiny bit in his attempt to return the kiss, and to let dazai know that this is exactly what he wanted. ]
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oh.
atsushi's eyes grow wide when he feels dazai's lips on his own. they're soft and warm, and the touch makes him shudder, like someone is trickling ice cold water down his spine. his grip on dazai's shoulders tightens and he finally remembers to will himself to relax.
his eyes fall shut, even though he'd love to continue staring at dazai's handsome face from up close, and he tilts his head just a tiny bit in his attempt to return the kiss, and to let dazai know that this is exactly what he wanted. ]