It wasn’t gentle like their first kiss, nor firm like the one Takeda had just given him. It was pleading, imploring, as if Ukai was begging Takeda to stay. A hand cupped the back of his head, pulling Takeda closer. One of Takeda’s hands pressed against the car door, the other reached for Ukai’s shoulder, attempting to steady himself as he kissed back.
If Ukai wanted him to stay, then stay he would.
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