[ He knows how to kiss someone to make it look good on camera. He doesn't know how to kiss someone to make them like it-- to make it feel good for them. He reaches up to rest a hand on Gaku's shoulder, pressing into the kiss and ... doing what he can. When Gaku does something, Tenn waits a few beats, just enough time for it to make it seem as if he isn't copying him, and mirrors it.
His fingers twist into the fabric of Gaku's shirt as he pushes down all the feelings that this is wrong -- He knows it is. Not only is he getting involved physically with someone, something that Kujou-san had trained him never to do, it's someone from his own group. If they weren't in the solace of their own home, this could, and likely would, destroy everything ---
---But, just like he doesn't let himself feel regularly, he doesn't let himself feel that shame and anxiety just now. ...Mostly, anyway. ]
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His fingers twist into the fabric of Gaku's shirt as he pushes down all the feelings that this is wrong -- He knows it is. Not only is he getting involved physically with someone, something that Kujou-san had trained him never to do, it's someone from his own group. If they weren't in the solace of their own home, this could, and likely would, destroy everything ---
---But, just like he doesn't let himself feel regularly, he doesn't let himself feel that shame and anxiety just now. ...Mostly, anyway. ]