It was so hard not to just stand there and continue, blood thundering in Seimei's ears as his hands took their liberties in ways that, not long ago, would have appalled him. He touched and tugged and returned the kiss with a fervor the onmyoji rarely displayed. Maybe it was the alcohol ridding him of pesky inhibition or maybe it was just time, but he very nearly bit the boy, his kisses and nips had grown so insistent. It was a good thing when Kaoru pulled away and took his hands, bringing his attention back to the present and his senses.

He could feel the partially tangled weight of his damp hair again, good feel the slight chill of the room while he wore little more than a basic robe. The fire coursing through him cooled a fraction and he followed with the heat of shame flaming in his face and ears. He always felt so guilty with such things, ever wondering if he hadn't courted right or enough, ever fearing he was somehow disgracing himself or dishonoring the boy.

Yet every time he felt the need to pull away and drift back for the sake of courtesy and respect, Kaoru pulled him right back. He always felt guilty but he never regretted it, and he followed where led with absolute obedience. Sometimes he wondered if Kaoru couldn't order him off a cliff. even then he mused about the idea with a wry smirk, dark eyes drifting to the painting of them on the interior of his doors.