Devero gasps against Koumyou's lips, lifting his head to see what it was that had lifted the priest. Of course, what else would it be but the sutra? He can't find it in himself to be scared of a single tendril, especially not when it's making it easier for him to kiss Koumyou.

So he tightens his grip back up and returns his mouth to his boyfriend's with a needy little sound.