Kazuha's hand cups the back of Scaramouche’s neck, fingers threading through Scaramouche’s hair as he leans in closer, breath mingling with Scaramouche’s. His voice is low, almost a whisper against Scaramouche’s lips. “I’ve wanted this for a long time… you know that, don’t you?” He brushes his forehead gently against Scaramouche’s, eyes half-lidded with warmth and something more. “Every moment with you feels like the first.”