[There's a hint of alarm, at that - a flustered sort of uncertainty, as he realizes he's been Perceived - and then something deeper, closer to shame, as he tries to tamp down harder on that yearning, to sweep it entirely out of sight]

[But for all that, it's nice to have Izanagi press in nearer - achingly good to have that contact, that closeness. There's a wave of gratitude that's earnest and a little overwhelming, and he opens up to Izanagi's warmth like a flower to the sun, cracking the metaphorical door of himself wider to take it in. He's radiating a sense of warm-good-yes, deeply content; it spikes with want, as well, as Izanagi grazes at his lip and then leans into the kiss again]