While Kaito kisses Sora, he controls the flow of the other's air, pulling at or releasing the collar just enough to give the windpipe some room. Seeming to be experienced in how much can be held before the lungs are pushed too far. He parts the kiss at small intervals to give Sora the chance to make use of it. And between these tiny breaks, the kiss accelerates.

It's not passionate, either in hunger or in rage. And while perhaps teeth scrape a little harsher, there's nothing akin to Kaito's usual level of vicious cutting. It's a calculated ascension, aimed to feel good, tempt, please, and pull Sora further into it.