Kyouka and Kouhei were kissing in the darkness, with Kyouka having pushed him against the tree as they continued sharing kisses. Neither of them seemed particularly interested in pulling away, and their lips kept meeting as they became increasingly caught up in the moment. Their tongues brushed against each other while they kissed, almost as though they couldn't get enough of one another, savoring the intimacy between them like a bird drinking the morning dew from a flower. The comparison was admittedly a little poetic for what was happening between them, but Kouhei wasn't exactly in the mood to start thinking like a novelist while Kyouka was kissing him like that.
