[ Comforting him in the way he knew Allen preferred. Holding him, running a hand down his back, kissing him. It's his response to his earlier display of affection. Delayed, of course. He's always needed time to catch up. It doesn't dampen his feelings, though. It only makes him more certain of them.
His eyes close behind red and white lashes. The kiss sparks exactly what Allen intended. He doesn't need to tell him how he feels, he can feel it in the tender way he kisses him, filling his heart with a kind of heat that fed his fire.
He exhales softly, eyes opening slowly, focusing on him. The urge to kiss him, paramount in his mind. It's such a strange feeling, letting himself want. It melds two opposing sides into one. ]
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His eyes close behind red and white lashes. The kiss sparks exactly what Allen intended. He doesn't need to tell him how he feels, he can feel it in the tender way he kisses him, filling his heart with a kind of heat that fed his fire.
He exhales softly, eyes opening slowly, focusing on him. The urge to kiss him, paramount in his mind. It's such a strange feeling, letting himself want. It melds two opposing sides into one. ]
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