[Kissing, like most things, get better with practice. The two of them share dedication as a binding trait in common, so it stands to reason that the more they do this, the sooner they'll become virtuosos at the craft. That's the simple and direct way to think about this, now that they're pressed together on a bed for the second time, lips locked and biding and exploring.

He pulls back, giving Shōyō the space to breathe. He regards Shōyō with some breathlessness of his own, but they're not equal that way; it's so typical for Shōyō, isn't it, to give his all?

The face that looks back at him is uncomplicated, glad and welcoming. He's going to change that, he was always going to change that; he's not as great as Shōyō believes. Would it be lying to give his all, too? Is trying a form of deceit, knowing that it wouldn't have happened organically?

He stills under Shōyō's light, caressing touch, trying to find the humor in a moment that probably mortified them for very different reasons.]

That's good to know...

[One of the many advantages of having an established residence, too. The momentum of the kiss having stalled, momentarily, he presses a gentle one against Shōyō's neck before nestling his face there, draping an arm over his chest and finding the best way to snuggle bones up against well-conditioned muscle.]

Speaking of discretion, we... probably should. I've never been in a situation like this before, having... someone, this way. If you don't want others to know what we've done, or... might work our way to doing... I understand fully.

[He's used to being a secret.]