Asahi-san... [holding his wrists gently, leaning in to press light kisses to his cheeks. he doesn't want to linger in case he smells too strongly of alcohol, he didn't want to gross him out or anything.]

...Just hearing you say it is special, really.

But we can do it your way, okay?

I don't mind at all.

[letting his wrists go so he can rest comfortably against him again.]

...I wanna see this prepared plan of yours. You got me curious.