Kaiba's certain he's fallen backwards into forever, and that he was dragging Yuugi with him. His heartbeat was slowly leveling out, and his returned enthusiasm for the kiss was bleeding away as the painkiller sets in.

"Good," he adds softly. There's a tinge of fondness in his voice, even as his fingers fall away from Yuugi's hair. The fingers threading in his own unkempt mop make his arms prickle and break out in goosebumps. It feels good. He's never let himself feel this.

No one's hands have ever touched him like this, and he's practically swimming in the sensation as he fights his own urge to slip into unconsciousness.