Whatever reason Kenren had previously held for not pressing on seemed to have vanished, and Homura likewise wasn't going to fuss over the details. Not then, when Kenren's mouth was warm against his own, pleasant in a way distinctly different than the kisses he had shared with Rinrei. Fingers were working their way into his hair, and Homura couldn't help something of a smile on his side of the kiss. Defying the gods, defying the prison that held them now; it wasn't just for those reasons, of course, but Homura reveled almost as much in that sense of rebellion as he did the intimacy itself.

Not to mention the Kenren was a damn good kisser.

Homura broke the kiss before he had to, a playfulness he rarely showed coming to the surface. "You were saying, Taisho?" He lifted a hand to run along the collar of Kenren's shirt, fingers trailing the edge of fabric and skin. His eyes met Kenren's, invitation and tease alike in his gaze, though not as sharp as might be expected of him. This game was for its own sake with no greater purpose than pleasure, and Homura found himself eager to become lost in it.