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[Had Wriothesley been watching his own actions from afar he'd think himself an idiot for letting anyone in as closely as he has Gokudera. The teen couldn't stay with him even if he did never return to his own world. He was young and wriothesley was older by double his age. He'd eventually be long before Gokudera even probably showed signs of age. It was pointless from an outsiders perspective maybe but he couldn't keep denying the warmth he felt whenever he was around Gokudera. How he felt different, a softness he's never known.

Wriothesley answers the pecks with his own, his lips parting so they can deepen their kiss as he continues to rub his fingers against the softness of Gokudera's cheeks.]