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"....Hijikata-kun, what's this?"
Gintoki inspects the circular yet flat object, rolling it between his thumb and index finger. He turns to look at an awkward Hijikata.
Hijikata meets his eye and immediately turns away, taking a drag from his cigarette.
"L-lip balm. It's strawberry-scented."
He responds briefly. Gintoki looks at him, then looks at the object, and looks back at him again. He then puts his hand over his chest mockingly as if to empathize how offended he felt.
"Gin-san's hurt. Are you saying my lips are dry?"
Hijikata coughs.
"No, not that. I just happened to pick it up on the way, and the lady at the shop suggested giving it to your partner because it had a sweet scent to it..."
Gintoki hums in reply, eyeing the lip balm. Then he chuckles, which made Hijikata flinch at the rare sound.
Gintoki twists the cap off and puts some of it on his lips. Hijikata stares, swallowing his excess saliva.
The greasy texture lingered on both Gintoki's finger and lips, adding a glossy look to it. And then, out of sheer impulse, the sweet addict decides to lick his lips.
His face scrunches up in disgust.
"This doesn't taste like strawberries."
He pouts, stating the obvious. Hijikata rolls his eyes.
"Course it doesn't, you idiot. It's only scented, not flavored."
The cop sighs. Gintoki smiles, and dips his finger into the lip balm to get a small scoop. He leans forward towards Hijikata and smears some of it on the latter's lips.
Hijikata opens his mouth to complain, but was shut up by a chaste kiss. He turns ten thousand shades of red deeper. Gintoki pulls back, smirking.
"Y-y-you!!!"
The bastard licks his lips again, never breaking eye contact with the other man.
"Mmm, still bitter. But I'll take it."
"G-"
Hijikata was cut off yet again by another kiss, this one deeper than the first. Gintoki's fingers entwine with black strands of hair, and the other hand kept busy with pressing the back of Hijikata to get closer to him.
The noiret makes muffled protesting sounds, but melts into the kiss himself as his slinks his hands around Gintoki's waist.
Hijikata's breath hitched, and he tastes the lip balm left on Gintoki's lips. It's supposed to taste bitter, but there was a mildly-sweet tang to it that Hijikata couldn't quite explain. He licks Gintoki's bottom lip, eliciting a small noise.
He bites down and sucks, which made the fingers in his hair tighten their grip.
Hijikata worms his tongue inside Gintoki's mouth, relishing in the small gasp that escaped.
Tongue meets tongue, a contrast to the naive kiss they shared a few moments ago.
He glides his tongue under and over Gintoki's, firmly caressing it as his hands gripped harshly on the other's waist.
Gintoki makes small whines and huffs, his face flushed from lack of air. Hijikata seems to take the hint, low on oxygen himself, before pulling back. A bridge of saliva connects them before collapsing.
They both panted, finally letting air enter their lungs.
Gintoki's eyes were glossy from the kiss, and it made Hijikata want to shove his tongue inside again.
The silver-haired man frowns, as if he read his lover's intention.
"Well, my lips are extremely hydrated now, thanks to a certain someone. Guess we won't need this anymore. Off to the bin it goes."
Gintoki deadpans, grabbing the lip balm. Hijikata goes wide-eyed.
"W-wait!"
He wrestles Gintoki, but the other's brute strength surpassed his and the lip balm found its home in the trash.
...
Welp, Hijikata needed to go gift-shopping again. Back to the same store.