[Feliks might have started it, and enthusiastically, and he's not about to back down. On a practical level, though, he just has much less goddamn clue what he's doing than Fai when it comes to kissing. It catches him right off guard how overwhelming it is, and it doesn't take long at all for him to be right up against the stage, arms looped around Fai's neck, standing up on his tip-toes even in his heels.]
[He could... He could really get used to this. The sudden intensity in everything about Fai, and the warmth of his lips, and the hand in his hair, and... and there's really no mistaking this, is there? There's no accident, no misunderstanding, no compromised state, nothing to take away from the reality of it.]
[After a few moments, he suddenly bursts out laughing. He throws himself into a tight hug, and tugs at Fai's hair in teasing admonishment.]
Oh, kurwa. Oh, my God, you didn't tell me, you big dork!
[And all he can do is laugh with relief, and cling to him like he'll never let go.]
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[He could... He could really get used to this. The sudden intensity in everything about Fai, and the warmth of his lips, and the hand in his hair, and... and there's really no mistaking this, is there? There's no accident, no misunderstanding, no compromised state, nothing to take away from the reality of it.]
[After a few moments, he suddenly bursts out laughing. He throws himself into a tight hug, and tugs at Fai's hair in teasing admonishment.]
Oh, kurwa. Oh, my God, you didn't tell me, you big dork!
[And all he can do is laugh with relief, and cling to him like he'll never let go.]