Truly, touching Keigo's mouth had proven to be a mistake. Ichigo's thumb dragged lightly against the skin, but his eyes remained transfixed on the sublte twitch of Keigo's lips for a long moment. His thumb ventured across the fullest part of Keigo's bottom lip, pressed into the center briefly. Unconsciously, Ichigo licked his own lips.

"N-no," Ichigo whispered, his head dipping, drifting closer. He leaned down as if to kiss Keigo, no more than a centimeter at a time, it seemed. "No, you're eyes and -- "

Ichigo's lips brushed Keigo's briefly, before meeting Keigo's mouth more gently than Ichigo was prone to, his thumb dragging down to Keigo's chin to get out of the way. "Maybe you're right. M-maybe it's what m-makes your heart flutter. Because you make mine..."