There is no sufficient reason to refuse, no answer to why not?. Inui puts his glasses in his pocket and bends his head to Fuji.
"I thought your eyes would be smaller," Fuji says and moves in close, his tongue finding Inui's mouth before their lips meet. He lays one hand on Inui's face, fingers splaying along his cheek.
Inui puts his hands on Fuji's waist and they kiss, open mouthed and slow, lazy breaths of air on a hot August day, no more movement than is necessary.
Fuji's body is thin and strong against Inui, like a green branch that bends impossibly far and then snaps into your face. There is something behind his kisses that says, I'm holding something back. Don't you want to know what it is?
Why not? Inui thinks. He slides one hand up inside Fuji's shirt and tries to remind himself that this is just to pass the time.