[ Touka scarcely has time to react when he goes in for the kiss; she almost pulls back when he does, her muscles tensing as her fingernails dig small crescents into his shoulders. It takes her a few seconds, but she reciprocates, tilting her head slightly and deepening the kiss, both of her hands moving to push the haori down his arms.
The concerted grind of his hips against hers causes her to moan appreciatively into his mouth, her tongue teasingly swiping across his as her eyelids flutter shut. She imagines that Kaneki would never kiss anyone this way... and it makes her press against Sakamoto harder.
It's not fair that her mind is drifting to other places. She knows it even as her hands move to undo the top button of her blouse. ]
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The concerted grind of his hips against hers causes her to moan appreciatively into his mouth, her tongue teasingly swiping across his as her eyelids flutter shut. She imagines that Kaneki would never kiss anyone this way... and it makes her press against Sakamoto harder.
It's not fair that her mind is drifting to other places. She knows it even as her hands move to undo the top button of her blouse. ]