Tsukki's at least has experience with this. How to fit two faces together, keep from crashing teeth. Where hands should settle. The mechanics were the one thing he hadn't worried about.

He should have.

Because none of the past practice was with Bokuto. There is no way to be ready for the rush. It feels like touching a live wire, energy bursting through him when the kiss gets returned.

Tsukki pulls back, gasping. Cheeks dark in the moonlight.