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The way they kiss is different.
Leo’s kisses reflect him as a person, energetic, impulsive, exciting. He would get desperate, practically pushing Madara against any surface they were near as his slender fingers gripped the soft fabric of his shirt. He could get messy, kissing the corner or straight up missing Madara’s lips as he kissed. The way he pressed up against Madara like it would kill him if there wasn’t constant contact between them, the feeling of Leo’s tongue against his own drove him wild. Leo knows all the right buttons to push to make his heart pound.
It can take a while for Madara to initiate. But when he finally does, it’s gentle. It’s very different from the way the man usually picks people up and carries them on his shoulders like they’re nothing, but Leo likes it better this way. Madara’s lips were a little rough from his bad habit of biting them when he was stressed and anxious. Madara would tangle his fingers into soft ginger locks, gently tugging his hair free from its tie. He would gently brush through it with his fingers as they kissed, the gentle action making Leo melt under the touch.
They kissed different, but they still fit together perfectly.