Ulrich kisses the same way he does everything, headstrong and hesitant, mouth responsive but his body held taut like he's afraid to reach out and touch — afraid of his own want. William kisses with reckless ferocity, half-drunk at the time and full of wandering, searching, desperate hands, his pulse thumping strong and fast beneath his skin. Aelita kisses with sweet and heady mischief, catching him by surprise at his own game with a smile on her lips, mouth sour like the candies they'd been eating. Yumi kisses with force and surety, shutting Odd up in the middle of a goading remark, her hands heavy on his shoulders, fingers digging in to keep him still. And Jeremie kisses with caution, like he knows he hasn't mastered this yet, but he wraps one hand in Odd's shirt to pull him close as the tap of his fingers count time in fractions.