Had they been seventeen this would have been a mediocre kiss at the very best - when he'd first started kissing, really kissing instead of submitting to his head being grabbed, he'd been an overthinking mess with no idea what to do with his lips or his hands or his tongue. C.C had trained him with her usual sly patience, cajoling him in the early mornings when he was too sleepy to think until his body had worked out the motions without the interference of his head, but there'd been a few weeks where he'd genuinely wondered if he'd made a terrible mistake and wasn't cut out for romancing anything other than his own furtive hand.

Nowadays his kisses are relaxed and easy, moving naturally with Suzaku's mouth. Far too naturally, he hadn't expected to feel this comfortable cupping Suzaku's face and being cupped in turn, nor when slipping his tongue between Suzaku's lips to taste that coating of sweet apple. But Suzaku's scent is familiar and now undeniably pleasant, and his hair is just as enjoyable to slide his fingers through as it had been on that drugged embarrassing night when he'd dragged Suzaku into his lap.

And he's almost completely certain that apple shot was drugged.

He breaks the kiss, flushed from a bashful embarrassment he hides behind a sharp grin as he swings his hips around and drapes his skinny legs across Suzaku's lap, easing the twist in his spine. He pulls at Suzaku's hair, encouraging him to stretch his neck back, and lowers his lips to Suzaku's pulse point.

"If you don't like something, tell me." He murmurs as he kisses there, choosing to be gentle, and then "How long have you been feeling this way?"