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When Hizashi suddenly stood in front of Shouta's apartment door with a six-pack of beer, the black-haired man had briefly considered simply slamming the door again and continuing to spend the evening alone and in peace. But finally the bright green eyes and the already drunken smile of the loud blond convinced him to let him in.
So now they sat next to each other on Shouta's sofa, drank the beer the blond had brought with him and talked about all kinds of insignificant stuff. Hizashi told him about his work at the radio station and about the extremely pretty new employee. She was very desirable to all the men at the station, but Hizashi had seen her making out with one of the electronic technicians from the service department. And he had put it on the bread of his horny colleagues with a lot of pleasure.
Shouta didn't really have much interest in such stories and only nodded occasionally or hummed while the blond kept talking unstoppably. He had no interest in women either, but his counterpart didn't know that and Shouta had no intention of telling him. Although he did not find the blond man unattractive, with whom he had already gone to school. But he couldn't imagine being with such a loud and very demanding person. Not to mention that he didn't even know if Hizashi was into men either.
"It's been what feels like an eternity since I kissed anyone," Hizashi began to tell dreamily. "I think it was shortly after we graduated from U.A."
Again, Shouta only gave a monotonous hum to indicate that he was still listening.
"And you?"
"Me?" Shouta was surprised by the question, but the answer was simple. "Never."
Hizashi looked at him, stunned.
"You're twenty-two and you haven't had a first kiss yet?"
"Is that a problem?" the black-haired man asked annoyed, emptying the beer can in his hand in one go.
"First kisses are overrated. Kisses in general are overrated."
He felt Hizashi's incredulous gaze burning on his skin, but he didn't feel like elaborating on the topic and didn't give him another word or another look. Suddenly, however, the blond slid up to him and put his arm over his shoulders. The wide grin on his face did not please Shouta at all, nor did the abrupt physical proximity to his former classmate.
"Shouta, we can't leave it like that," the blond teased in a huff.
"WE? We can very well leave it exactly like that. And me anyway."
"Don't be a killjoy, Shouta."
The black-haired man tried to break free from the blond's embrace, but he couldn't and he didn't want to hurt him by forcing his way out of his grasp.
"I don't care about this stuff. It's illogical anyway that the touch of two pairs of lips is such a big deal."
"I would offer myself."
Shouta froze in motion. Had he just heard that correctly? Was Hizashi trying to tease him? Or was he just too drunk?
"What?"
"I obviously have more experience in kissing than you do. So I can show you how it works after all." Shouta blamed Hizashi's overindulgence in alcohol and demonstratively turned away from him.
"Cut the bullshit, Hizashi. I don't need or want this!"
The black-haired man noticed how his cheeks started to glow and a flutter made his stomach vibrate. He felt Hizashi's breath on his neck. The blond had moved even closer to him. He felt constricted and at the same time incredibly aroused by this unexpected closeness.
"I told you to do that...." He couldn't finish the sentence, because at that moment Hizashi turned his face in his direction and pressed their lips together. Shouta was too surprised to react immediately. He dropped the beer can in his hand and tore himself away from the blond.
"WHAT THE HELL, HIZASHI?" He yelled at the blond, who was obviously neither impressed nor deterred by this. Perhaps it was his bright red head that gave the lie to Shouta's words. The blond smiled seductively at him with bright green eyes and then pulled him back to him.
"I told you, don't be a killjoy."
Hizashi's hand was on Shouta's neck and he pushed him back against him. Shouta's resistance was not as strong as he would have liked. This time Hizashi pressed the kiss more carefully on Shouta's lips. The pressure on Shouta's neck also became gentler. But the black-haired man's resistance was already extinguished. He tilted his head, closed his eyes and let the blond take the lead.
Hizashi's lips were softer than Shouta would have expected and the taste of beer was only half as nasty. Hizashi's free hand slid down Shouta's thigh to his side and pulled up his shirt. Shouta felt gentle touches of skin on skin and a comforting warm feeling spread through him. He rested both hands on Hizashi's thighs and leaned more into the kiss, returning it. The blond's body heat seemed to burn into his skin and the smell of beer and sweat was about to overwhelm him. He felt the tip of Hizashi's tongue against his lips, but he hesitated to open his mouth. The blond's hand tenderly stroked Shouta's back, gently pressing him even closer. The black-haired man twisted his body to follow the pressure, which resulted in him finally sitting on Hizashi's lock. His hands roamed over the blond's shirt and began to undo the buttons as they continued to kiss. Hizashi let him do it. Shouta's hands trembled as he ran over Hizashi's bare chest and finally tangled in the long blond hair. Again he felt the blond man's tongue gently run over his lips and this time he opened his mouth.
Hizashi proceeded tenderly and gently as he slid his tongue into Shouta's mouth. His tongue found Shouta's quickly and when they touched, it was Shouta who pressed the blond against him. Their movements became more tumultuous, more demanding and their breathing faster.
Hizashi scratched his back very lightly with his fingernails, causing Shouta to tense his entire body. He enjoyed the blonde's touch on his skin more than he ever thought he would and his desire grew with every second.
When Hizashi withdrew his tongue and their lips parted again, Shouta was disappointed. But the shallow grin on the blond's face, told him that this had not been their last kiss.