[As Scaramouche wasn't going to give into his begging for kisses again, at least not right now, Kazuha pulls the other man forward as he slips his arms around his neck. He sets his chin down on his shoulder, his arms laced around him in a loose hug. He hums, his hands petting the immortal's back. ]

You've only been my boyfriend for twenty minutes and you're already wishing me dead?

[He turns his head, pressing a kiss to the shell of the other Inazuman's ear. If he wouldn't kiss him, then he'd get his fill pressing kisses to his skin instead. Kazuha is generally warm, but his displays of affection were usually much more subdued; that the desire to kiss, hold, and touch the other hasn't quelled for him just speaks for the excitement still coursing through his nervous system.

He laughs a little, light and airy, and then finally relents in his endless affection again.]

You think so? Or maybe we would have gotten here sooner.