[There's another shiver, the telltale sign that Ryouma's right on point and that Takatora's attempting to hold himself back. Takatora's neck had always been uncomfortably sensitive. He moves his hand from Ryouma's hair down to his shirt, tangling his fingers in the fabric to keep him in place. At first, Takatora leans up to push into the kiss, but after realizing how much it pulls on his shoulder, he decides against it.]
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