( There's something about the contrast between how Ginger's arousal rocks against him and how sweet Ginger's lips are, both his lips and his words and the slight brush of his nose, and how Ginger's heart beats - his heart beats - in turn. )

You're the kind one. Way too nice to everyone. ( Even when they don't deserve it. At least, in Mika's definitely objective point of view. He doesn't think a lot of people are worth Ginger's time. ) I mean— who's spoiling me now?

( A kiss in turn, matching his rhythm. Ginger really spoils him too much. Mika's worried about it before - what will he do if he ever has to go without Ginger's warmth, if Ginger ever chooses to go? But now he has to worry about this: how will he make it into the next five minutes without Ginger's affection?

The the question summons a fresh flush, an embarrassed flush, to his face. )

No, it's—

( Should he say it? ... Does he have a reason to not say it? Especially if they're... boyfriends, (ah,) )

Well, I... ( Not so much a kiss so much as a smearing his lips at the corner of Ginger's mouth, remembering how they'd kissed with Ginger's blood included, but he completes it like a kiss before his imagination gets away from him. ) ... I was just thinking about— um, back at that inn... I was just reminded. In a good way.