[Admittedly throughout the whole time they were stood there the thought never occured to Hatori that someone on the upper floors would be able to see them. To hell with it, let them look, he'll bother with being mortified later, right now this was his moment.
His taste was intoxicating, he wasn't sure what to make of it at first, but found himself unable to bring himself to care once again. He was allowed this, no one was here to stop him. No outside influence. Whilst he didn't blame Akito he'd be damned if memories of what had happened the last time he let himself fall in love.
Pressing back, he wasn't sure quite what signals he was giving off. All he needed to know was he likes the feel of Black Jack's lips against his own, the feel of his arm holding him close, his breath tickling his face. That rush of blood to his face making it burn. He knew addiction, smoking was enough to prove that, but this, this was something he didn't mind the consequences of.]
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His taste was intoxicating, he wasn't sure what to make of it at first, but found himself unable to bring himself to care once again. He was allowed this, no one was here to stop him. No outside influence. Whilst he didn't blame Akito he'd be damned if memories of what had happened the last time he let himself fall in love.
Pressing back, he wasn't sure quite what signals he was giving off. All he needed to know was he likes the feel of Black Jack's lips against his own, the feel of his arm holding him close, his breath tickling his face. That rush of blood to his face making it burn. He knew addiction, smoking was enough to prove that, but this, this was something he didn't mind the consequences of.]