The taste of sake was strong between their mouths and Yamato's return kisses were tentative and soft with his inexperience. His heart hammered in his chest, excitement, nervousness and alcohol mixing into a heady cocktail that had his mind fogged and his attention zeroed in on everyplace they touched.

Not doubt somewhere, far from here, Yukimi was laughing at him and squealing something along the lines of 'I told you so!' and for once he didn't mind at all.