[Doppo wants to continue. But he finds himself shifting, turning Jakurai's head towards him again and putting himself first for once. Pressing their lips back together. Doppo isn't like the ebb and flow of the ocean. He's the first wave of the storm, he's a force all his own when he crawls out from under his pile of paperwork.
This time the kiss is far more confident, like Doppo has finally figured out what he wanted and is taking charge.
When he pulls away? He's a little more than breathless.]
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This time the kiss is far more confident, like Doppo has finally figured out what he wanted and is taking charge.
When he pulls away? He's a little more than breathless.]