[ Gladio isn't sure where all this is coming from, but he knows it feels good, it feels exciting. He's switched on from drink and all the overt and subliminal messages from the exhibit and the flirting doing wonders to improve his mood and give him some means to vent.
For the moment he's caught up in the thrill, the hand in Eichi's hair drops down to wind his arm around his back and crush his body to his with a muffled sound in response to that pleased hum. The hand on his own makes his fingers cease their flexing over his leg, pulling back from the kiss with an audible wet sound as their lips part and he steals a breath of air. He mistakes the touch as an unspoken signal, one he doesn't quite comprehend, so he searches Eichi's face for clarity. The smile returns, although he's a little out of breath. ]
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For the moment he's caught up in the thrill, the hand in Eichi's hair drops down to wind his arm around his back and crush his body to his with a muffled sound in response to that pleased hum. The hand on his own makes his fingers cease their flexing over his leg, pulling back from the kiss with an audible wet sound as their lips part and he steals a breath of air. He mistakes the touch as an unspoken signal, one he doesn't quite comprehend, so he searches Eichi's face for clarity. The smile returns, although he's a little out of breath. ]
Am I going too far?