[Hasebe... wants to share everything with Guanshan, but he doesn't want to hurt him. Yet he did. And he is. He's kissing him deeply and with no notion of propriety, lapping at his lips and tasting the blood on his tongue. It's new and different, different from it simply running down him and drenching his blade. This is intimate. This is... good.

He gasps when his hardness brushes the younger man's hip, distracted, and shudders when he tries to come back to his senses. An apology is ready to be given, but it never comes out, because the fierce hunger and dull ache of need must show in the light purple of his eyes. Why bother being formal?]

This has... gone beyond my intentions.

[Leaning in, he kisses Guanshan again, then sighs against his lips.]

Now I... [He swallows, boldness there, ready, his body screaming...] ...I'm afraid I'm thinking impure thoughts. Perhaps it is best if we part, before I beg to act on them.