[ The sigh that escapes him would be a moan if he gave voice to it. But he doesn't - or at least, manages not to. Keigo feels and tastes familiar in all the right ways. It's addicting, to have him by the mouth, the hip, to be pressed in this close to him. He'd be lying if he tried to claim he wasn't already a little turned on.
That feeling only gets worse when Keigo sucks on his lip. He draws in a breath, sharp, the hand on Keigo's back sinking in nails deep enough to leave half-moon marks. Yu pulls back, retaliates by biting at Keigo's lips in return, nipping and sucking in turns before kissing him again, this time hungrily. Both his hands find their way around the other boy now, fingers seeking warm skin to touch, and before he even knows it he's leaning into Keigo, pressing into him insistently.
Then, all at once, he stops, breaking off and breathing heavily against the other's mouth for a beat or two before he straightens up a little more. ]
You know, I think that probably qualified.
[ ... for the mistletoe, he means. There's a hint of mischief in the way he smiles. ]
For Keigo
That feeling only gets worse when Keigo sucks on his lip. He draws in a breath, sharp, the hand on Keigo's back sinking in nails deep enough to leave half-moon marks. Yu pulls back, retaliates by biting at Keigo's lips in return, nipping and sucking in turns before kissing him again, this time hungrily. Both his hands find their way around the other boy now, fingers seeking warm skin to touch, and before he even knows it he's leaning into Keigo, pressing into him insistently.
Then, all at once, he stops, breaking off and breathing heavily against the other's mouth for a beat or two before he straightens up a little more. ]
You know, I think that probably qualified.
[ ... for the mistletoe, he means. There's a hint of mischief in the way he smiles. ]