[Shinji lets him touch and trace where he wishes, fingers sliding over skin, as if to memorize and remember every little detail. It's not a lewd gesture by any means, but there's a small part of Shinji, in the back of his head that twists it into something else. His lips feel dry as he lays there, staring back at Kaworu, cheeks dusted pink. The longer he lets Kaworu's fingers stray, the more he can feel a heat from the tips of his toes rise up toward his face.
He reaches with his own hand to snag those wayward fingers, swallowing quietly as he draws them down toward his lips to press them against them. It's a kiss, a little one - that's all he can allow it to be - even though part of him wants to part his lips and slide a tongue against one of Kaworu's slender digits. He doesn't though, too self conscious for such an inappropriate act, instead averting his eyes, long lashes heavy as he stares at Kaworu's shoulder instead.]
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He reaches with his own hand to snag those wayward fingers, swallowing quietly as he draws them down toward his lips to press them against them. It's a kiss, a little one - that's all he can allow it to be - even though part of him wants to part his lips and slide a tongue against one of Kaworu's slender digits. He doesn't though, too self conscious for such an inappropriate act, instead averting his eyes, long lashes heavy as he stares at Kaworu's shoulder instead.]