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Shouto hadn't ever kissed someone before. He knew in theory how to do it - you put your lips on someone else's - but that didn't sound very exciting. You could use your tongue (wasn't it kinda gross to touch someone's tongue with yours?) Or bite their lip (wouldn't that hurt?) to make it feel better, more sexy. Apparently. Really, anything beyond a simple lip to lip press and Shouto was clueless. It was kinda embarrassing, because he'd only get better at it with practice, but he couldn't practice alone and he refused to ask someone more… experienced.. for help.
Well, sober Shouto wouldn't ask.
But nothing would stop drunk Shouto - the four cocktails thrumming through his veins said he could do anything, and Shouto had already picked his target.
"Hanta!"
The black haired man turned around, trying to find who wanted him in the surrounding crowd. Shouto made it easy by raising his hand and giving a little wave, Sero's acknowledging smile was big enough to be seen across the room. Fuck Hanta was cute when he smiled. Shouto didn't take his eyes off Hanta as he weaved around people and smiled politely at other friends as he made his way across the living room to the kitchen. "Hey Shouto!" Hanta beamed, leaning his jean clad hip against the counter, beer in one hand and the half smoked joint in the other already to his lips.
"I want you to kiss me," Shouto said bluntly.
Hanta choked on his drag, bracing himself against the counter to cough deeply and violently, the beer sloshing over the rim onto the granite countertop; Shouto quickly grabbing the can before more mess was made. "What," he croaked, voice still thick as the last tendrils of smoke curled out from his mouth. That was kinda hot, actually.
"I haven't been kissed before and I want to know what it's like," Shouto whined, "And I can't ask anyone else because the thought of kissing Bakugou scares me, Midoriya is with Iida so they're both out, Kirishima has sharp teeth and Kaminari is…" Shouto waved his hand as if to conjure the reason from the haze in his brain. "I don't know, but I don't wanna kiss him! And I don't like girls, so you're the only option!"
"I'm flattered, Shouto, I really am." Hanta straightened up and plucked his beer from Shouto's hands. "But don't you wanna do this when you're sober?" It wasn't outright rejection, Shouto could work with that. Draining the can in a few gulps, red and grey eyes were laser focused on the bob of his Adam's apple. He had the sudden urge to kiss it. The clattering of aluminum being tossed into the sink startled Shouto out of his admiration of Hanta's neck.
"Sober me would never have the balls."
Hanta let out a sound like he'd been punched, pressing a hand over Shouto's mouth to stop any other nonsense coming out. Hanta's hands were big, and all the brainpower left in Shouto zeroed in on the thumb resting on his cheek. It was also very warm.
He was getting a little annoyed with Hanta now, though. There was too much talking, and not enough kissing. Why did it matter if he wasn't sober? He's still thinking clearly! For the most part. And Hanta's hand was in the way (don't think about how big his hands are) which didn't seem very productive. Feeling petty, Shouto wiggled his tongue over the palm that tasted like sweat and smoke, and Hanta yanked it back as if he'd been burned. "Dude! Gross!"
The dual-toned boy closed the already small distance between them, making Hanta back into the pantry door as he grabbed the other by the lapels of his button up. "Well that's what you get for not putting your face near me so I can make out with you instead of your hand, Hanta."
And with more courage than Shouto thought he ever had, he leaned up and pressed his lips to Hanta's.
It was. Anticlimactic. Their lips simply pressed together felt nice, but Shouto didn't understand the hype. Weren't there meant to be sparks or butterflies in his stomach? Maybe kissing just sucked in general and people lied about how good it was to seem cool -
Hanta's warm breath ghosted over Shouto's lips as he pulled back slightly, only to be brought back into Hanta's space by a hand in red and white hair. Hanta tugged Shouto's bottom lip between his teeth with a rough exhale and the smaller boy found his knees struggling to hold his weight. Hanta's thumb ran along his jawline, and Shouto let Hanta in obediently, beer and smoke all that Shouto could taste as their tongues met. He thought it'd be gross, but Hanta was skilled and soon made small moans bubble out of Shouto. It was intoxicating, and a little bit filthy as Hanta nipped at Shouto's bottom lip every time he came up for air. The dual toned boy gripped the flannel shirt in his hands like he'd float off if he didn't have something to ground him.
Eventually, Hanta pulled back for real, his hand having migrated down Shouto's side to rest comfortingly on his hip, rubbing small circles but still holding him close. He looked a little wild, panting and pupils blown wide. How had Shouto never noticed how attractive he was?
"So? What did you think, baby?"
Shouto simply stared at him for a moment, equally as breathless. His lips tingled, he could still taste Hanta on his tongue, and he realised that maybe biting was a turn on if the tightness in his pants was anything to go by.
"Holy shit," was all Shouto said, wide eyes and already going up on his tipping toes to go again, the puffs of warm air over his kiss swollen lips sending shivers all through his body as Hanta chuckled.
Shouto could admit he was wrong sometimes. Especially if it meant he got to kiss Hanta again.