cadereagratia | PSL/Meme Continuation

[And now, Whelk gets to experience a Kunimi Classic for the very first time:

Pouting.]

You're not supposed to just fall asleep at a guy's house and then act like you were invited the next day. It looks weird and clingy.

[And surely Whelk knows that and is just poking his exposed, vulnerable emotional underbelly for fun, which - doesn't genuinely hurt his feelings, but does earn him a stupendous pout.]

[Oh dear. That is a terribly compromising expression. Kunimi's lips fall into that pout, and Whelk's wry expression all but melts into something much more genuinely amused. It's enough to make him laugh again, and not defensive like he had at the mention of students back at Harry's. He's thoroughly entertained-- no, throughouly charmed, and with his arm already around Kunimi, it's very difficult not to kiss the pout right off his lips.

[He shouldn't. He wants to. He's drunk, and his brain his delightfully foggy, and his body is delightfully warm, and Kunimi's is delightfully more so, and he just looks so damn cute that--

[Whelk shakes his head. It's kryptonite. He's incapable of hiding the smile on his face as he turns to face Kunimi head on, both arms snaking around him now, heads together, and lips dangerously close.

[It's a wonderfully warm feeling to be this close. And he's still smiling. He can't help it. He wants to see Kunimi smile again to. He wants to cause that smile.]

Kunimi, [His name does sound rather nice on Whelk's voice, he thinks, so he should probably start saying it more.] I would be grandly disappointed to send you home at the end of the night.

[Turns out, all it takes to get a big, glowing smile from Kunimi is seeing the same on Whelk's face. They're smiling at each other like a couple of simpletons and Kunimi doesn't even care, he's completely devoid of self-consciousness for once.

He's smitten. And now he knows that Whelk is too. It would be a shame to let his pride spoil such a momentous and perfect chance, so instead of sticking to his determination to wait for Whelk to make the move, Kunimi tips his head and ducks in to claim the kiss Whelk has all but given him.]

[A kiss - half-expected, but not to come from Kunimi. Whelk feels his eyes try to widen as instead they fall closed. And he returns the kiss. And he all at once feels more intoxicated than he’s felt all night - possibly in years. And it’s a very warm feeling, and his arms wrap very snugly around Kunimi and pull him closer, and it’s a slow, shockingly gentle, fanciful feeling thing.

[And Whelk doesn’t think for a moment about how it last felt to kiss someone this way. And all there is is Kunimi Akira and himself. And he kisses him again before they can even pull apart from the first one.

[And he very much wants Kunimi to stay for as long as possible. And he relishes in how it feels not to be alone. And the feeling that swells up and consumes him is so unlike anything he’s felt in seven years that it’s overwhelming to the point that his face contorts with emotion on a third slow kiss.

[And he feels all at once like he finally has something. He’ll sleep well tonight, he thinks.]

[Kissing someone has never felt like this before. Never ever.

Kunimi melts into Whelk's arms, wraps his own arms around Whelk's shoulders and plays with his soft, curly hair. For a moment he just looks into Whelk's eyes between kisses, letting himself sink into the emotional intensity of the moment for once, and he winds up murmuring something against Whelk's lips that he's also never said to anyone before.]

Daisuki da yo.

[No way is he translating that on the spot. It'll have to be another translation project. To keep Whelk from asking, he just kisses him again.]

[Whelk doesn’t understand what Kunimi has said, but he does hear it, and whatever it is, it causes his arms to erupt with goosebumps. It would be embarrassing if he could even think to be embarrassed right now, but his brain thoroughly shuts off again with another kiss. All he can think is to burn the words into his brain as much as he can so he can research them later. He’s not sure he’d want Kunimi to translate them anyway, when they sounded so pleasing in his native language.

[He doesn’t stop to think that the implications of them could be much larger than he’d told himself he ever wanted. He’s kissing Kunimi again, and again, Kunimi becomes all that exists. There is a divine comfort in forgetting that there’s anything else to worry about. If he could keep suspending himself in Kunimi’s kissing like this forever, he would. He would, he would, he would.]

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