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Judai was a bungler.
In all those months, Johan had experienced this several times, thus coming to that simple conclusion.
The fact was that, at times, Judai was a provocative bungler.
And in all of this, the one who lost out -- in trying to restrain himself -- was always Johan.
It was particularly hot that day, yet Judai had unwrapped a milk chocolate bar and eaten it, finding himself with the corners of his mouth and fingers completely smeared as the energy bar had melted in moments.
"Johan, give me a hand," the latter called to him, starting to lick his fingers.
"Excuse me?" - you can't come out with demands like that, dammit!
"Answer the phone, they're calling me!" explained Judai without realizing the effect he was having on his boyfriend. "My hands are completely dirty, I can't pick it up."
Can one be so ambiguous with so little?
Johan took a deep breath.
He did not even look at the phone display to see who was calling; he grabbed Judai by the wrists and dropped him on the couch, bringing himself on top of him.
"Johan-"
Johan did not give him time to speak; he kissed him, immediately seeking his tongue, reveling in the taste of chocolate that was imprinted on his palate.
The phone continued to vibrate....
But neither of them cared.