It was at that point that Gin finally moved, his hands going for Sol's face as he pulled him closer and kissed him back. Seemingly unsatisfied, he continued to pull on Sol's waist and neck, pulling Sol's entirety closer to his, until Sol was just about an inch in sitting on his lap.
"Sit," Gin said.
Sol's face flushed as he pulled away and gasped, but he was no longer sure if his expression was due to his anger or his embarrassment that it did so. "No! We can't –"
"When we kiss, my wound heals faster," Gin explained.
Sol was stunned. He looked down at Gin's wound and there he noticed, that Gin's wound was less dark than it had been previously.
He couldn't help but gasp and look a little bit closer. What… What kind of sorcery was this?
Before he could think further, Gin's hand quickly went around his waist as he pulled him closer to his body.
