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Yusuke kissed like a dance. Always intentional, never messy, always soft. Goro's heart fluttered when Yusuke's lips brushed against his. Hands callused from countless hours painting cupping his cheeks like a delicate sculpture, pulling back slow enough that Goro could chase his lips. Kissing Yusuke left him feeling weightless and breathless and beautiful. The pleasant buzzing in his chest lingered for hours, The way their lips slotted perfectly and Yusuke smiled at his flushed face with a comment on how badly he wanted to paint him left Goro feeling warm for the rest of the day. He loved when Yusuke kissed him.

Makoto kissed as a goodbye. Regardless of when or where they were, she always kissed Goro when they parted. It was short and sweet, her grabbing the lapel on his shirt or coat to guide him to her level. He started doing it instinctively. Makoto never gave a verbal goodbye, one hand still entwined with his as she left a quick peck on his lips. Her sweet lip-gloss clung to Goro's lips and even the scent of vanilla began to remind him of her. Goro's heart pounded as they walked their separate ways, lingering proof of her affection leaving him a reminder that he deserved it. He loved when Makoto kissed him.

Ann kissed without warning. She and Goro would be grabbing a quick bite at a café and her lips would be on his before he even realized she'd moved. Half the time he didn't even get to kiss back. She'd giggle at his flushed, surprised expression and go back to whatever she was doing. Ann's lips were sugary and soft, and Goro always felt more energetic afterwards. Ann loved to tease him for still getting flustered, but she called him cute, and Goro liked that. He wasn't embarrassed by it, not hiding his blush when her lips separated from his because the compliments were just as sweet. He loved when Ann kissed him.

Haru kissed to say hello. She brushed her lips against Goro's almost shyly, taking his hand in hers and smiling when he leaned down to meet her. She tucked some hair behind his ear and giggled light as she kissed, and Goro was grateful she didn't comment on how he was just as tentative. Sometimes she kissed him twice, and Goro would avert his eyes with a smile from her contagious one. Haru never minded the whispers, and Goro found himself feeling the same. She'd start talking about how her plans to start a coffee shop were progressing while Goro was still catching up with his pounding heart. He loved when Haru kissed him.

Morgana kissed as a way of comfort. That's what he called it, at least. The first time he poked his nose against Goro's cheek while he was on the verge of panic had only left him confused, but he felt better nonetheless. Morgana felt left out being the only Phantom Thief who couldn't really kiss anyone, so he found ways around it. The cold press of Morgana's nose against his cheek made Goro feel as loved as everyone else's, and he told the not-cat so. The chill left behind somehow managed to warm his heart, and he felt lucky to have such a kind friend. He loved when Morgana kissed him.

Ryuji kissed with as much energy as he did everything else. Goro was never quite able to keep up when Ryuji crashed their lips together, tough hands tangling softly in his hair. As much vigor as Ryuji put into each kiss, he always made sure he never hurt Goro. He always pulled away with a big smile, waiting for Goro to catch his breath. How he could hold so much air was beyond Goro. His head spun for seconds after, but he never felt guilty for making Ryuji wait. It was intense as it was careful, and left Goro grinning just as wide. It was intoxicating. He loved when Ryuji kissed him.

Futaba only kissed on occasion. When Goro went quiet and wouldn't tell her what was wrong, Futaba kissed just below his eye and told him that she loved him. It was firm and caring, and she'd sit next to him and wait until he was ready. Goro didn't know why she called him her brother, but he was so happy she did. Eventually, he'd lean against Futaba and confess what was plaguing his mind. She'd listen patiently and wouldn't leave Goro's side until he smiled. Sometimes they stayed like that for hours, and he was so happy to have someone to call family once again. He loved when Futaba kissed him.

Sumire kissed to say thank you. Her fingers brushed his cheek featherlight, one hand on his shoulder to push herself up to his lips. The sweet smile on her face and the cock of her head when she pulled away. More often than not Goro leaned back in for a second, craving Sumire's affection like he couldn't survive without it. She'd giggle and kiss him again, then a hug, because she knew Goro's own gratitude got stuck on his lips. Sumire didn't leave him flustered, but the joy she seemed to transfer to him lingered. His mood was heightened for hours. He loved when Sumire kissed him.

Akira kissed when he was happy. His arms around Goro's waist, pulling him in and smiling against his lips. Always a fight with no loser, pressing closer and promising to stay together no matter what, wordless and breathless. Akira was happy a lot, especially with the people he loved, so he kissed Goro a lot. Not that he'd ever complain. Akira wasn't afraid to nip and bruise, the pleasant tingle of almost pain left behind yet Goro always wanted more. More of their connection, of Akira's love. Of promises to never leave and never hide again. He loved when Akira kissed him.

Goro kissed like he never would again. He was always chasing, always lingering, never the first to break the link. He went years without a semblance of love, he was overwhelmed by how much he suddenly had. Goro was afraid to lose it, despite trusting those who showed it never to abandon him. He let all his vulnerability show when he kissed, all fragility and inexperience with love and kissing and connection. All wary smiles and shining eyes and soft lips he hoped were desirable enough to remain worthy of affection. He always was, hard as it was for Goro to believe. He loved when the people he held closest kissed him.