[Umeda wouldn't normally consider doing more than kissing in public, especially back home where what he was could be . . . dangerous. But the city sort of encouraged bad decisions. He wasn't going to strip right there on the seat, although it was kind of moot when you were wearing transparent plastic, but he definitely wouldn't be telling Johnny to stop what he was doing anytime soon. Leaning over the seats was awkward, but that was part of the fun.
He took his time with the kissing, savoring the contact, and trying to figure out what Johnny liked best. More tongue? A better angle? Having his hand resting on the man's throat? It mattered to him. Even if they never did more, it mattered. Umeda didn't look for anything long-term, even friendship was something he tried to avoid, but for the time he was with someone? During those hours or minutes he was devoted and loving and absolutely sincere in his desire.]
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He took his time with the kissing, savoring the contact, and trying to figure out what Johnny liked best. More tongue? A better angle? Having his hand resting on the man's throat? It mattered to him. Even if they never did more, it mattered. Umeda didn't look for anything long-term, even friendship was something he tried to avoid, but for the time he was with someone? During those hours or minutes he was devoted and loving and absolutely sincere in his desire.]