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“I’ll see you this weekend, my love,” the redhead says as Atsushi steps off the motorcycle. Chuuya’s gloved hand extends, taking the white-haired man’s hand in his own. With a tender smile, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to Atsushi’s knuckles, his eyes glinting with warmth. “Have a good night, Atsushi,” he adds, his voice is soft and affectionate, more than enough to melt the white-haired man's heart.
A red hue colors Atsushi’s cheeks as his eyes stay on the kiss, drawn to Chuuya’s lips. Even after four months of dating, the redhead still makes his heart skip a beat, just like the first time they met. The redhead has always been patient with him, ensuring Atsushi feels comfortable taking things at his own pace. It’s why it took them a month to hold hands, two months for hugs, and three months for kisses. (Not on the lips because Atsushi is still shy when it comes to physical intimacy, but he’s slowly improving.)
Most of the time, it’s Chuuya who takes the lead—planning dinner dates, arcade dates, coffee shop dates, and movie nights, just like today’s. During the movie, Atsushi finds himself watching the scene where the main couple shares a kiss at the end. He wonders if Chuuya ever wants that too.
Was Atsushi making the redhead wait too long?
If he kissed him now, would that be okay?
“Chuuya,” Atsushi murmurs, his voice gentle as he leans in closer to his boyfriend. “Would it be okay if I kiss you?”
“Of course, you don’t have to ask.” The redhead nods, a smirk playing on his lips. Truthfully, he expects Atsushi to kiss him on the cheek or forehead like usual—he enjoys those kisses just as much. But this time, the white-haired man surprises him, doing something completely unexpected.
Atsushi closes his eyes, his forehead gently resting against Chuuya’s as their lips meet in a soft kiss. He tastes the fine red wine on Chuuya’s lips, mixed with a faint trace of cigarettes—something so uniquely him, especially since Atsushi has never smoked himself. His heart races as the kiss deepens, and he finds himself forgetting to breathe through his nose.
The simple, unexpected action makes Chuuya’s smirk vanish, replaced by a look of pure shock. His blue eyes widen, pupils dilating as he finds himself utterly lost in the kiss. His gloved hands rest on Atsushi’s cheeks, thumbs gently tracing the curve of his jaw as the kiss deepens, stealing his breath along with his composure. Chuuya would’ve continued, the moment too intoxicating to let go, but a realization pulls him back—Atsushi isn’t breathing.
“Baby,” Chuuya murmurs, breaking the kiss, his voice low and tinged with concern. “Breathe, okay?”
Atsushi inhales sharply, filling his lungs with much-needed air before exhaling in a shaky rush. The red hue on his cheeks deepens, spreading as he averts his gaze, nodding with quiet embarrassment. “Sorry, I ruined the kiss.”
“Fuck no,” Chuuya counters instantly, his voice firm, leaving no room for objection. His gloved hands gently caress Atsushi’s cheeks, holding him close as he continues, “You didn’t ruin anything. That was good—really good. You just... caught me off guard, that’s all.” The redhead’s lips curve into a smile. “You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about, Atsushi. That was your first kiss, after all. Trust me, you did good.” He leans in again, resting his forehead softly against Atsushi’s, letting their breaths mingle. “Next time, just remember to breathe, yeah?”
"Okay," the white-haired man nods before he kisses Chuuya once more—a quick little kiss on the redhead’s lips before Atsushi pulls away. "Goodnight, Chuuya. See you this weekend!”
With that, Atsushi turns and runs back to the apartment, a shy smile tugging at his lips, leaving behind a dumbfounded but slightly flushed redhead staring after him.