[As Paul's hand moves to the skin beneath his shirt, Kaworu hisses softly, it's like the touch is burning him in a way that's deeply pleasant, like stepping into a hot shower. He sinks into Paul, letting his body meld against his, pulled ever deeper.
(It's a familiar feeling. Being drowned. Just in body, not soul.)
There was a part of him that was concerned about how to do this. Like a doll who needed to play at being human to believe in its own realness, it's gone now. He can't pretend to be human because he's never felt this level of humanity before. Despite being the instigator, he follows Paul's lead: pressing his lips against his, diving deeper, letting his desire lead as he loses track of whose lips end where and whose tongue is doing the fervent exploration.]
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(It's a familiar feeling. Being drowned. Just in body, not soul.)
There was a part of him that was concerned about how to do this. Like a doll who needed to play at being human to believe in its own realness, it's gone now. He can't pretend to be human because he's never felt this level of humanity before. Despite being the instigator, he follows Paul's lead: pressing his lips against his, diving deeper, letting his desire lead as he loses track of whose lips end where and whose tongue is doing the fervent exploration.]