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Been there, done that
(Also, posting this directly on the entry window since I have no access to a laptop this time. Oh well.)
“Something on my face, Leader?” Grunts Nino, as he downs the rest of his beer and giving Ohno a sour look. There’s this edge in his voice that’s so interesting but he can’t quite pinpoint what it is. It totally contradicts the way Nino’s expression softens when, instead of taking his gaze away, he settles on staring Nino over, intently, like he’s trying to decipher something in Nino’s face that wasn’t there before.
It’s funny, he thinks, because if he’s going to be completely honest about it, he’s always found Nino interesting. And funny. Cute, in a way. Beautiful even. But he’s never really given much thought to it, only because he doesn’t feel the need to. It’s like his brain just kind of knows it, like his consciousness is wired to find his fascination over Nino normal.
This time, though, it’s different.
There’s something different in the way Nino smiles, the way Nino’s holding his beer glass as he takes sips after careful sips, something odd that captivates his attention without him realizing it. It must be the way Nino’s stopped talking after the third glass, the tips of his ears are pink and his cheeks are tainted with the same glow that makes looking at him entertaining.
Either way, he’s certain it has something to do about that almost too familiar rattle in his chest when they’re so close together like this, but he can’t really be sure.
“Oi. Did you even hear me or are you already that drunk that you didn’t even realize-“
“I heard you,” he cuts Nino off, without missing a beat. Nino looks a little taken aback but he does give a little chuckle in answer.
“Good, because I thought you’re brain has already wandered away. I mean, the way you’re looking at me is honestly giving me the creeps. Are you okay?”
“Yeah,”
“Right. So, why then are you looking at me like that? I swear I wasn’t stealing your beer.”
“It’s okay, you can have mine if you want.”
“That doesn’t answer my question though.” Nino frowns.
“Oh.”
“Don’t just oh me, you jerk! What were you thinking about anyway? I hope it’s not about drawing my face again -“
“I kinda feel like kissing you,” he says, cutting Nino once again and completely catching Nino off guard. “It’s weird.” He follows with a sort of nervous laugh.
Nino stills, gaping at him in a way that makes him laugh in return again. He looks totally flabbergasted that it’s almost funny, only it’s not.
“The hell?” Nino swears under his breath but he heard him just the same. That strange, but totally familiar rattle in his chest returns yet again, and he finds himself chuckling in answer, hoping to ease that strange urge but couldn’t.
In fact, it just starts to feel more than an itch now, almost like a tingling sensation buzzing under his skin as he stares Nino over.
“I swear I’m not drunk,” he finds himself murmuring, finds himself shifting closet to Nino before he could stop himself and twists sideways to face Nino. Nino looks a little green, like he’s not sure whether he should be pushing hin away or punching him straight in the face. Both are seriously worrying but he tries not to think about that as he reaches over and smooths a finger across Nino’s brow, down to the bridge of his nose before settling his palm across the warm softness of Nino’s cheek.
“And I really, really like to kiss you, Nino. Can I?”
“What - What are you even -“ Nino says, or at least starts to but that’s about the extent of what he’s saying. He doesn’t let him finish and just goes in for a quick kiss, humming softly the moment their lips touch.
He pulls back with a gasp trapped in his throat, and he’s almost blinded with the strong urge to do it again only to be stunned when Nino gives him exactly two seconds to breath air back into his lungs before Nino is dragging him forward with a keen, their teeth clicking almost painfully when Nino seals his mouth over his with a growl.
Then they’re kissing, hard and passionate that it’s hard to believe they’re not doing this in a goddamn regular basis as he holds Nino steady, arm supporting the small of Nino’s back as he kisses Nino, kisses him, kisses him.
(😂😒😳🤔)
