[He'd been the one to suggest distance, but as their lips meet again, Gepard also can't bring himself to pull away. If he could, he would covet this man, take him away from every painful memory...

Do's name is a murmur on his lips as a hand grips his shoulder, his own slipping around his hips to pull him closer. It's unfair; his control is tested on a good day, so knowing he has to let go eventually? Awful, truly.]

... if we don't stop— [His voice is breathy and thick, lips pressing to lips again and again.] I'm afraid I'll get too demanding. I already don't want to go... not when I have to be apart from you.

[He'll follow Do's decision, in the end. Pull away or throw it all to the wind, whatever the choice.]