[The color was never what intrigued Wriothesley, it was always that little bit of fire in Gokudera's eyes. A sparkle or maybe a spark of someone fighting for everything they had. It was one of the things he liked about the teen, one of the things he first found attractive. Well that and thinking he was just cute.
The kiss is slow, not yet frenzied like some of their past ones have been. He didn't plan to do anything like this today but in the moment he can't help himself from wanting to touch his Gokudera.]
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The kiss is slow, not yet frenzied like some of their past ones have been. He didn't plan to do anything like this today but in the moment he can't help himself from wanting to touch his Gokudera.]