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When Hitoshi looked up from his book, Neito was openly staring at his face, blue eyes glazed and transfixed. Hitoshi brushed back his messy hair with a broad hand and gave his sly, shy sideways smile. “Do you want to kiss me or something?”
Neito leaned forward and kissed the air beside Hitoshi’s right cheek, then his left.
“The French call it ‘les bises,” Neito said authoritatively. “They’re air kisses and are used among friends, family, and other intimates.”
“Lay bees?” Hitoshi repeated, kissing Neito’s left cheek softly. He had enough trouble with English without Neito adding French to the mix. He looked indulgently back at his fussy blonde boy.
“Mmmm, close enough. But with la bise, your lips aren’t supposed to touch skin.” Hitoshi kissed the air beside Neito’s right cheek, watching as he lit up with excitement.
Neito’s face was so beautiful and expressive. He moved every part of it and spoke with all of his being. He gave everything to gestures and expressions. He was the most adorable thing. “Parfait!” Neito gave a pleased little clap, grin spreading from ear to ear. “And you can make a little kissy sound like this.” Neito leaned forward again, pursing his lips and giving a short, popping kiss next to Hitoshi.
As Neito pulled back, he looked to Hitoshi for approval and something in Hitoshi snapped.
Hitoshi’s strong hands braced on Neito’s shoulders and pushed the blonde down to the ground as Hitoshi’s lips mashed into his, slick soft tongue gently parting Neito’s lips and coaxing the inside of his mouth. Hitoshi lifted one hand to cradle the back of Neito’s neck, thumb sliding soft and slow along Neito’s neck muscles and eliciting a pleased but indignant whimper. Hitoshi drew in a breath and looked down at his pink and flustered boyfriend. Neito’s blonde hair was tossled and nearly as messy as Hitoshi’s and his pale face was red and pink with flush.
“That’s cute, Neito-chan, but it isn’t the kind of French kissing I want to do with you.”