Oh. Sora's brain shuts down for about five seconds as Jamie enthusiastically returns his kiss, and then his first thought upon restart is "This was the best idea ever." His single-kiss experience with Ryouta was barely a raindrop compared to the vast, churning and exhilarating ocean that is kissing Jamie. And it's pulling him under fast but he's only too happy to close his eyes and drown in this.

He mostly follows Jamie's lead with the kiss since he has at least a bit more experience it seems like, though when an idea hits him he goes for it: experimenting with little flicks of his tongue, sliding his free hand up the back of Jamie's shirt along his spine. The sudden feel of bare skin usually clothed against his fingertips as they're kissing sends a shudder racing through him, and pulls an unexpected whine from his throat.

This is Jamie, he thinks. And it's such an obvious, simple, uncomplicated thought and yet it makes him feel pleasantly warm all over. He shifts, tilts, does what he can to deepen the kiss like he can't get enough. Enough of Jamie, his mouth, his skin against his fingertips, all of it, more. It's all happening very fast but not a single part of him feels like throwing the brakes. That would make it stop. And he doesn't want it to stop.