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Their eyes met briefly; tawny golden irises searching soft, dark honey orbs desperately for a silent invitation.
Kimishima felt a steady hand wrap around his wrist and tug lightly, the space between them vanishing with a movement and a rustle of clothing.
He watched as soft fingertips found their way to his face, cradling his cheek and chin and a thumb whispering delicately over his cool, quivering lips.
"Kiss me." He pleaded weakly, wrapping his fingers tightly around the hand that still held him close.
Kazuma leaned gently forward…but when their lips almost met…
…Kimishima woke up from his dream.
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