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Their first kiss was gentle.
It's not Sunday’s first kiss if he had to admit. His past experience coming from places he rather not talk about.
But it was never this kind.
The way Welt pressed his lips to him, not forcing, not demanding. It's there with enough room in case Sunday needed to back away.
But Sunday did not back away. Instead, he pushed his lips closer, his hands grasping onto the older man's shoulder, wanting to feel the warmth that he could never had dream of.
The way Welt held his cheek and his back to make sure Sunday is steady due to their height differences, even when he already bowed down to not strain the other’s neck. As if he’s holding something fragile, that will easily break if he’s not careful.
And when it is time to break the kiss due to the lack of air, Sunday let out a whine from the separation. Upon realizing the noise he had made earlier, he instinctively folded his feathers to hide his face and duck into the man’s chest, embarrassed that the once high member of the Oak Family would be reduced to this mess. Even if he knows Welt wouldn't judge him over something like this.
He didn't missed the soft chuckle coming from the older man, didn't missed the way Welt moved his hand to stroke his hair and planted a kiss on top of the crown of his head. Didn’t missed how the other pulled him closer into a hug, calming him down.
Holding him close to ensure Sunday he's not going anywhere.