[It's rare that L feels as though he's in sync with other human beings, but as Shōyō's lips meld increasingly fervently with his, and he wishes only to close the space between them ever more to satiate the kiss's hunger, he understands something.
He wants to take this all the way, skin and membrane and sighs all willing. With Shōyō straining toward him, he tugs any trance of the volleyball player's shirt from his waistband and slides his slender hands up under his shirt, palms pressed flush against warm pectorals as he leans deeper into the long, wonderful kiss.]
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He wants to take this all the way, skin and membrane and sighs all willing. With Shōyō straining toward him, he tugs any trance of the volleyball player's shirt from his waistband and slides his slender hands up under his shirt, palms pressed flush against warm pectorals as he leans deeper into the long, wonderful kiss.]