"I fear I cannot wait that long," he rasped, turning on the boy the moment the area around them was quiet enough to herd the teen into the nearest alley. Long fingers carded through red hair and up against Kaoru's scalp as trembling lips slanted across his own. Seimei kissed the young Hitachiin heir with nearly a thousand years of crushing loneliness behind the act. He kissed the boy like he saw in the commercials when the other priests insisted he spend time with them, eating and letting the television roll. He hated the times, the noise, the technology, hated the swell of electricity around him, but he always watched with wonder the vulgar displays in the moving pictures.

He wanted to be vulgar for a moment, and he held the boy with marked tenacity, pulling back just enough to kiss him again and again, shielding them from casual sight with the bulk of his robes.