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Yuder had honestly thought that being an anonymous hunter — specifically while also being completely unaffiliated with any guild, as well as the fact that his registration status with the Hunter Association was ambiguous to the average person — would have garnered him more animosity from the general public.

Honestly, Yuder quite often thought that the only reason his presence didn’t incite public outrage, especially as the situation seemed to be heading in that direction initially, was thanks to Kishiar and his antics. Having one of the most, if not the most, famous and well-liked hunters in the country very publicly flirt with you whenever you’re in the same vicinity does tend to help ones image, especially when most of the internet finds it entertaining.

He bemoaned the fact that nobody took him seriously because of it. On one hand, nobody was trying to arrest him; on the other, people were still shocked when he showed up to help at disasters, as if he wasn’t one of the most powerful hunters in the country.

Yuder still didn’t understand how Kishiar following him around like a lost puppy meant that him being able to summon earthquakes was forgotten by people. What was the correlation?

Was it all the videos people were constantly posting of the two of them? He supposed that those were many people’s first impression of him, and they didn’t exactly make him seem intimidating, at least from the ones he’d seen.

He still remembered the first video that had been posted, and how viral it had gone. People had actually tried to approach him for a few weeks after the fact, though that quickly stopped once people realized Yuder just tended to stand there silently when spoken to.

~*~*~

Yuder sighed, finally finished digging through the corpses of the monsters now that he got the last body part Enon wanted. He turned to take off into the air, jolting to a stop when he felt a strong grip close around his shoulder. He looked back at the person attached to the hand confusedly, though it probably wasn’t obvious through his mask.

“I’m sorry for grabbing you, but I was calling your name and you didn’t seem to hear me.” How would he know Yuder’s name? And he definitely hadn’t heard anyone calling him. Yuder squinted a bit, scrutinizing the man in front of him. He looked very familiar, and Yuder recalled seeing him fighting the monsters earlier; he couldn’t place where he’d first seen him though.

“My name?”

“Well, your name in the system. QWERTY?” Ah. Yuder had forgotten that he’d put something random when he got access to the interface. He was almost impressed the man managed to say it with a straight face. He gave a slight nod of acknowledgment before speaking.

“Did you need something?”

“I was just wondering if we could speak for a bit? I’m very excited to meet you — I’ve been a fan from your first appearance and have been closely following your career since, but we’ve never had a chance to meet until now.” The man gave Yuder a beaming smile, and Yuder momentarily found himself at a loss for words. His face was so handsome, Yuder found it hard to believe it was real; was he possibly using some type of glamour ability?

Realizing he had been asked a question, Yuder awkwardly coughed as he refocused his attention on the conversation. “Thank you,” he said, the words coming out slightly stilted.

The man took that as permission to ask whatever he wanted, and began enthusiastically questioning Yuder about many things related to his recent fights. Yuder was slightly blindsided by his eagerness, but he still answered each question as best as he could without giving away too much information on his powers, or potentially compromising his identity.

Before he knew it the man had closed whatever distance was between them, though Yuder didn’t actually care much. He wasn’t unpleasant to talk too, even if he didn’t seem to have a concept of personal space. The man clasped his upper bicep gently, and gave it a light squeeze before speaking again.

“Could I ask about your workout routine?” The smile on his face seemed tinged with impure intentions, and that thought only solidified as Yuder slowly scanned the man up and down. When he made eye contact again, he realized the man’s cheeks had a barely-visible blush.

“Why would you need my routine? It’s obvious you already work out.” The man leaned down slightly so their faces were closer together, then moved his hand from Yuder’s bicep to just above his elbow.

“It’s true that I work out, but I find the way you look much more appealing.” The way the man said it had made it sound like a question, or maybe an invitation? Yuder was more convinced now than ever that he was missing something, especially with the look on the man’s face that seemed to imply something.

Yuder’s only response was a confused tilt of his head, which lead to the man adopting a dejected pout on his face.

“Am I not your type then?” Yuder sighed as the interaction clicked into place in his head. He should just leave. No matter how ridiculously handsome the man was, Yuder didn’t have any intention of being romantically or otherwise involved with someone, especially not another hunter.

He muttered a quick goodbye, then turned around and flew away, quickly making his way to the area where he was supposed to meet Enon. He hadn’t known at the time that the blush on his ears had been visible to Kishiar, nor that the video of them had already gotten millions of views.

Yuder had only realized that a video was even taken once he met up with Enon, and saw it on the news as the other was going through all the monster parts he brought. Finally realizing who Kishiar was, he looked his name up on social media only to see hundreds of posts discussing whether or not Kishiar was smitten with him.

As the weeks went on, Kishiar kept spontaneously appearing whenever Yuder went out and continued to flirt with him, or even ask him on dates. Yuder had initially assumed it must’ve been some sort of joke, as he couldn’t fathom why such a person would be interested in an anonymous hunter whose criminal status was unknown to essentially everyone; however, the consensus on the internet, after about a week, had become that Kishiar was genuinely trying to pursue Yuder.

Yuder hadn’t truly believed them until much later, but even by then he felt a little silly denying what thousands of people agreed on — especially when Kishiar seemed to encourage the idea with his posts and public comments.

~*~*~

Yuder sighed, glad that at least this time they were alone in a dungeon with nobody to record them. He decided to finally break the silent staring contest they were having, looking at the ground in defeat.

“Why did you follow me?” he asked, before he reluctantly resumed eye contact with the other.

“This dungeon is very dangerous, so when I heard you went in alone I decided to join you in case you were in need of backup.” Yuder stared silently at Kishiar, as he could tell the other had another reason. “Also, I just wanted to see you again. It’s been a few weeks since we got to talk.” At least he had the sense to look sheepish; Yuder hadn’t really expected anything different, anyway.

“You know this dungeon is full of airborne poisons?”

“I took a poison immunity potion before I entered, I should have about 2 hours left,” Kishiar said while nodding.

“What rank was it?” The toxins in this dungeon were supposed to go up to S rank, so an A rank potion or lower wouldn’t be effective for parts of the area.

“It was S rank, so I should be fine.” Kishiar beamed, knowing he had won the argument as Yuder sighed in defeat.

“We should hurry, the flower I need only blooms at certain times of day.” Yuder turned, his steps sloshing as he began to trudge through the wet jungle floor.

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They didn’t speak for the first few minutes of their hike; the only sounds they could hear were the sploshes of their footsteps and other animals, as well as the rustling of the leaves on trees.

Kishiar realized very quickly that the animals in this dungeon were all reptilian, even it they more resembled birds or something like a squirrel. He supposed they were also poisonous, and that they were specifically adapted to the area’s climate.

When they reached a brightly lit area, they both realized what they had previously thought was water covering the ground actually seemed to be some sort of toxin, based on the color. Kishiar made a cut off noise of disgust, while Yuder reacted as if he was unsurprised. Kishiar had been under the impression that the sour smell permeating the area was from the toxins in the air, but he now realized it was likely coming from all directions.

Kishiar took a glance at the system map, and saw that while only a small part of it had been uncovered — he really wished there was a way to add the areas to the map without having to go there yourself; it would save so many headaches — the first cluster of red dots was still quite far from them. Yuder shouldn’t be too mad if he struck up a conversation, right?

“How have you been since we last saw each other? It feels like it’s been too long.” Yuder quickly glanced out of the side of his eye towards Kishiar, then stared back ahead, continuing to lead them through the forest as he responded.

“I’ve been fine.”

“Is your brother’s car still having issues?”

“We got it fixed last week.” Yuder paused, before hesitantly asking the question that had been on his mind for the past few minutes. “How’s your brother’s illness?” Kishiar straightened up excitedly, crowding next to Yuder as he responded.

“The last plant you recommended helped a lot more than the others! He’s been feeling much better; I even saw him jogging after his wife the other day.” Yuder smiled faintly, though Kishiar couldn’t see because of the mask he wore. Still, Kishiar was able to tell Yuder was happy about the improvement just by the atmosphere.

“I’m glad,” Yuder whispered. They eclipsed back into silence, though it felt comfortable and serene. Eventually, Yuder paused in his steps, glancing back at Kishiar.

“We need to head that way and up,” he said while pointing. “There’s a horde of monsters at the bottom, so it would be best if I just carry you while going through the air, if that’s alright with you.” A look quickly flashed through Kishiar’s eyes at the suggestion, which Yuder promptly ignored for the sake of his own sanity.

“Is there a reason we aren’t just fighting them?”

While he looked at his map for the best route to the top of the cliff, Yuder responded, “The only thing I need from here is the flower; monster parts would just be extra. You have a time limit, so we shouldn’t waste time, and should try to avoid as many monsters as possible. We won’t be able to wait for the flower to bloom again if we miss the chance either.”

Kishiar suddenly looked all too smug as he crowded up behind Yuder; he reached his arms around the other and gently embraced him, grabbing his forearms. “Yuder… do you like me that much?” The borderline giggles in his voice were poorly masked, and Yuder let out a sigh of defeat, refusing to answer the question. Kishiar tactfully decided to change the topic, though he didn’t release his hold on the other.

“I forgot to ask, what flower are you looking for?”

“It’s a flower that can cure poison,” Yuder said as he turned slightly in Kishiar’s hold, attempting to spot the horde of monsters.

“It’s in a poison dungeon?”

“Many poison dungeons have the cures inside them; there’s just almost never enough inside for people to justify traversing it. Usually, too many people get sick or injured in the process, so there either isn’t any left over to sell, or there isn’t enough to cure everyone that entered the dungeon." Kishiar supposed that made sense, with how dungeons generally had some way to beat them built into itself.

“Why are you looking for it?”

“I know someone that wants to try making a potion with it.” Yuder must’ve been referring to his brother, if his tone of voice was anything to go by.

“There’s already potions that exist to cure poison, though,” Kishiar didn’t claim to know much about the actual alchemical side of potion making, but he couldn’t imagine there could be much of a different effect with this flower, given that S+ rank potions of that variety already existed.

“He’s trying to make a healing potion that will fix every ailment at once. He’s having me collect multiple different plants to experiment with. This is one of the last on the list.” Kishiar hummed, intrigued by the idea.

“It would certainly be helpful for difficult fights, though I don’t know if it’d see widespread success given how expensive it’d likely be.” Yuder paused for a moment, considering his words before he spoke again.

“I don’t think he’s expecting to sell a lot of it — I think his intended purpose for it is for when the actual issue is unknown or otherwise untreatable.” Kishiar blinked, unsure how to respond for a moment, before he composed himself again.

“I wish him luck in succeeding then. It sounds like a worthwhile endeavor.” After they sat in silence for a moment, Yuder took a quick glance at the timer he had set, and realized they only had about an hour left.

“We should hurry. Can I carry you up the cliff?” Yuder asked as he turned fully around in Kishiar’s hold, ready to lift the other into his arms.

“I honestly feel like I had to have tricked you into it in some way. You would normally never have offered to carry me, because you know I’d enjoy it too much,” Kishiar laughed, draping his arms over Yuder’s neck.

That was true. Yuder would normally never offer to carry the other — not that he didn’t want to; he was actually quite fond of the idea itself — because Kishiar would likely become insufferable afterwards. Yuder could envision it now: he’d probably start going on about how since Yuder carried him, it was only fair he got a chance to carry Yuder as well, just to make it fair.

The next thing he knew, Kishiar would’ve forgone any semblance of personal space that existed between them, just so he could carry Yuder everywhere. It might’ve even resulted in Kishiar toting Yuder around like a dog in a purse, and nobody would ever take Yuder seriously again — not that he was taken very seriously now.

All Yuder could do at the thought was sigh. He lifted Kishiar into his arms and pushed off into the air, and almost immediately straighted out into a smooth, controlled flight. While Yuder didn’t look as strong as Kishiar, it was obvious that supporting the other’s weight wasn’t a difficult task for him at all.

As soon as Yuder took off, he noticed Kishiar’s eyes widen, almost like he didn’t believe that Yuder actually went through with it. Yuder shrugged off the oddness, assuming it was just one of his playful moments.

Kishiar felt absolutely giddy, and not just from being in Yuder’s arms, held so close to his chest — though that was definitely a large factor to the feeling. He was also rather enamored with being able to experience actual flight. It was quite different from when he did his version of flight. Honestly, it could hardly be called flight to begin with, as he was essentially just bounding through the air.

They quickly reached the top of the cliff, and Yuder gently placed Kishiar down before he surveyed the areas that were now visible. He quickly spotted the area with the flower, though it was still quite far away. They’d have to traverse through the air again to reach it in time.

“The flower is still far. Are you okay with me carrying you through the rest of the dungeon?” Kishiar seemed to consider his words for a second, before the look on his face changed to one of someone who knew they were about to be scolded.

“I could fly myself, if you’d like.” Ah. Yuder forgot he could fly. He gave Kishiar a flat stare through his mask, and the other seemed to sense his admonishment.

“Why didn’t you say anything as we were walking? Or when I offered to carry you?”

“I thought there was a reason we were walking at first, and when you offered to carry me I just couldn’t refuse. I apologize, it seems I did trick you.” Kishiar was putting all his effort into seeming dejected at the notion, and Yuder was, in fact, weak to the other man.

He decided to overlook the issue, just this once. He turned around and pointed to the wisp of green and black fog that could be seen exiting out the tops of some far off trees.

“That’s where the flower is. Let’s hurry,” he said before he bounded into the air, Kishiar quickly following.

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They both touched down softly, the wet ground squishing as their feet sank into the surface. The air in this area was thick with a green and black fog that felt damp against their skin, and unfortunately heavily obscured their vision. Neither of the two were able to see more than ten feet in front of themselves, and it was difficult to make out the details of things once they were further than five feet away.

Yuder created a bit of a breeze in an attempt to clear the mist out of the air, but quickly realized that even though it did work to an extent, the fog quickly filled the area within another few seconds.

“I think I’ll just have to keep clearing out the air so we can find the flower. It shouldn’t be that far, especially with how thick the fog is,” Yuder said, beginning to search in earnest. Kishiar nodded lightly in understanding and joined him in looking, moving a bit away from Yuder in an attempt to cover more ground in their search. Within a couple minutes, Kishiar’s voice rang out in the otherwise eerily silent area.

“Yuder, is this it over here?” Yuder made his way to Kishiar, and quickly confirmed that was the flower they were searching for. The flower was in a recess in the trunk of a tree, and was surrounded by a cage of tangled vines, making it barely visible.

Yuder tried to recall what Enon told him about harvesting the flower. He needed to get not only the bloom, but the stem and roots as well; he also needed to avoid damaging the vines outside as much as possible, since if they became too hurt, they could spread a toxin to the flower that would nullify its effects.

Yuder sighed, before heading close and beginning to use his abilities to try and gently move the vines. “It might take a few minutes to get it. Don’t go too far.” Kishiar hummed in acknowledgement, and decided to spend the time soaking up Yuder’s appearance. He didn’t get as much time as he’d like to just gaze at the other.

He was so beautiful. Kishiar’s eyes caught on the sharp lines of his figure as he gently manipulated the vines, and then the way his shirt hugged his torso. Kishiar knew Yuder specifically wore clothes that wouldn’t get in the way in combat, but sometimes he hoped that Yuder thought about him when choosing the outfits.

If Kishiar ever found out that his beloved was teasing him with what he wore, Kishiar thought that he would die happily at that moment. He doubted such a thought even crossed Yuder’s mind, though.

Kishiar’s gaze landed back on Yuder’s hands, recognizing that the other was making good progress in freeing the flower. Slightly surprising, given that this was such a delicate task, and Yuder — for all that Kishiar loved him — was a bit more fond of brute force. However, Kishiar did have full faith that he would succeed from the beginning, because Yuder was the one doing it.

Kishiar’s eyes traced their way back up to Yuder’s chest, and then rested on the mask on his face. He let out a wistful sigh, wondering if Yuder would ever take it off in front of him. Though, even if Kishiar never got too see Yuder’s face again, he didn’t think he would be too sad.

As long as Yuder still spent time with him, and continued to let him be somewhat physically affectionate, Kishiar would be satisfied. He would always hope for more, but he could tell that — while Yuder returned his feelings — the other had some misgiving that was stopping him from getting too deeply involved with Kishiar.

As Kishiar dragged his gaze down to Yuder’s throat, he was hit with a wave of dizziness so intense it actually caused him to stumble out of his stationary position. He glanced at his status window, and cursed himself inwardly for not paying attention to it once he realized he was under the effect of a poison.

“QWERTY.” Yuder immediately looked over at the call, noticing the mildly panicked tone in Kishiar’s voice. To his distress, Kishiar looked rather ill at the moment. His eyes were coated in a haze, and his posture seemed as if it was taking triple the energy to keep him upright. Why hadn’t the other said anything?

“Did the potion wear off?” Yuder glanced at the timer he had set earlier, realizing it still had over half an hour left. The panic he managed to suppress came creeping up at that realization; if a S rank potion couldn’t counteract the toxin, there wasn’t much either of them would have with them that could help.

“No, the potion is still in effect,” Kishiar began, glancing again at his status window. He fiddled with the information on the screen for a few seconds before he continued. “The poison seems to be S+ rank. I’m not sure why, considering the rank of the dungeon.”

Yuder did know that, occasionally, the cures in poison dungeons would have more concentrated toxins around them as a deterrent, but he hadn’t ever come across any that were of a higher rank than the dungeon itself.

“What are your symptoms? Has it gotten any worse already?” Yuder asked as he abandoned the mostly freed flower, rushing over to Kishiar’s side.

“I just feel sluggish and dizzy. Maybe slightly feverish, as well. It hasn’t gotten any worse since I noticed I was feeling off, but it hasn’t been that long, so I’m still not sure whether or not it’ll become worse.”

Yuder took a second to think. For an S+ rank poison, Kishiar seemed remarkably fine. Considering his condition hadn’t quickly deteriorated, Yuder highly doubted that this toxin was fatal. Still, he didn’t want to risk anything. While Yuder didn’t have a way to cure the poison, he did have a way to stop Kishiar from ingesting more of it.

Yuder reached up to pull off his mask, much to Kishiar’s surprise. Kishiar reached out to stop Yuder from removing it, though his movement seemed to lag for a second midair, accentuating the effects of the poison.

“Why are you taking off your mask?”

“The mask has an S+ rank air filter built into it. It should prevent the effects from getting worse, if not also lessen your symptoms.”

“But then you’ll be exposed to the poison.” Yuder hesitated before responding, seeming to weigh the benefits of answering frankly in his mind.

“I’m immune to all toxins unless they’re from monsters. This fog won’t affect me.” Kishiar looked at him like he didn’t quite believe what the other was saying.

“Then why would your mask have that feature?” Kishiar could feel Yuder’s resigned stare through the opaque material covering the other’s face.

“My brother made me add it in case I fought a monster with a high rank poison breath. There’s also other airborne effects that might not be a toxin.” Yuder said, undoing the clasp on the mask. He quickly handed the mask over, pointedly avoiding eye contact. Kishiar grabbed Yuder’s wrist, moving so their chest’s were almost flush together. He leaned his head directly into Yuder’s line of sight before speaking.

“I’m afraid I don’t know how it works. Could you put it on for me?” The tempting smile he gave was largely undermined by his obvious illness. Yuder was a little exasperated. Even when poisoned, the man just wouldn’t stop. Yuder gave a resigned sigh as he took the mask back, before he fastened it onto Kishiar’s head.

They both stayed in that position for a while, silently gazing at the other. Yuder found it a bit odd to be on the other side of the mask for once. He wasn’t sure what to say or do. Should he just go back to finish harvesting the flower now the situation has been dealt with for the moment? Before he could even turn around, Kishiar spoke once again.

“You’re even more beautiful than I remember.” Yuder’s initial instinct was to be pleased that Kishiar found him beautiful, before his mind latched onto a rather important word in the sentence.

“Remember?” Kishiar stayed silent as he continued to hold Yuder’s wrist, formulating the words he wanted to say. Yuder suddenly realized how eerily quiet this area in the dungeon was. There weren’t even sounds of animals scuffling around in the distance. He turned his arm in Kishair’s hold and grabbed onto the other’s hand, interlacing their fingers.

“I saw you without your mask before we first met.”

“When?” Yuder didn’t remember ever seeing Kishiar before they first spoke, and he knew that would be hard to forget.

“It was somewhat soon after you made your hunter debut. I was walking out of a building when I saw you duck inside an alchemy shop.” He paused for a few seconds, seeming to decide how much to reveal. “Your initial appearance was quite shocking, so I had already heard about you, and was rather curious. I waited outside, hoping to catch you when you left for a conversation.”

“After a few minutes, two men in civilian clothes walked out, though I knew immediately which one was you. I didn’t want to bother you out of uniform, so I left it at that for the moment.” Kishiar wouldn’t admit that he had been so attracted to Yuder that he searched high and low for several months, piecing together the other’s schedule, before he finally managed to get them to work on a dungeon together.

“Did you look into me?” Kishiar hesitated for a moment; he had forgotten how well Yuder could read him.

“No, I didn’t?” As he stared as the blinding smile on Kishiar’s face, Yuder decided he would let him get away with the lie. Yuder squeezed the other’s hand again, sinking deep into thought.

Honestly, he wasn’t mad at all, he was mostly just confused how to feel. Did this mean that — since Kishiar was aware of who he was since they'd met — he didn’t have to reject him this whole time?

Though, even if Kishiar knew, it’d still be hard to pull off dating, considering it was very publicly known that Kishiar was pursuing QWERTY. Yuder sighed before speaking.

“If we’re seen together in public, people would likely realize my identity, right?” Kishiar’s body immediately lost half the lingering exhaustion from the poison due to his excitement.

“Does this mean you’ll go on a date with me?” he asked, eagerness evident from the sound of his voice. He gently grabbed Yuder’s other hand, interlacing their fingers and rubbing both his thumbs against the other’s skin.

“You’re missing the point.” Yuder gave Kishiar a dry look, though Kishiar wasn’t sure how the other expected it to be at all effective anymore with the full brunt of his adorableness on display.

“I have a disguise skill. I don’t need to look like myself when we’re in public.” Yuder gained a sullen look in his eyes, thinking that it was truly unfortunate Kishiar was the one with such a skill. Kishiar chuckled as though he knew what Yuder had thought. “So, will you agree to a date with me?”

“You can pick where we go,” Yuder said, pulling away from Kishiar as he realized that the timer he had set had less than half an hour remaining. He turned back to continue freeing the flower.

“I already have it planned,” Kishiar giggled, scooting up behind Yuder. Yuder sighed, sounding slightly resigned.

“I thought you might,” Yuder responded, glancing at Kishiar over his shoulder. He quickly finished harvesting the bloom, then turned back to face Kishiar as he stowed the flower away. “We should fly back to the exit since your potion doesn’t have much time left. I need my mask back before we leave the dungeon.” Kishiar nodded in agreement and they both took off into the air, keeping above the treeline as Yuder led them back to the gate.

Once they landed, Kishiar took off Yuder’s mask as he asked, “Do you want us to hide that we’re dating when we’re on duty?” Yuder paused for a second, wondering if him agreeing to go on a date meant that they were already together, but decided to skip past it. It’s not as if he was opposed, and Kishiar had obviously already come to his own conclusion, so it seemed better to just accept it.

“It doesn’t bother me either way.” He saw Kishiar’s face light up, and had a sudden premonition that there would be many more videos of Kishiar being clingy on social media.

Kishiar handed Yuder’s mask back, but once the other had grabbed it, he gently pulled Yuder to him by the wrist and threaded his other hand in the hair and the base of his neck, tenderly running his fingers through it.

Kishiar was once again stunned by how beautiful Yuder was. Even in this horribly lit dungeon, he felt that the man was the most ethereal person he’d ever seen. He didn’t understand how Yuder wasn’t fighting off suitors left and right, but he wouldn’t complain.

Kishiar knew they were running low on time, but after warring with himself, he came to the conclusion it was better to act promptly than to go mad waiting for their date — just one, he assured himself. He had a firm grip on his self control.

“May I kiss you?” Yuder saw a familiar, unreadable feeling in the depths of Kishiar’s eyes once again. He hesitated for a moment, unsure if this was truly the best place to kiss. It still smelled rather bad. If he was honest with himself, though, he had wanted to kiss Kishiar for quite a while, and ultimately couldn’t bring himself to refuse.

As soon as Kishiar saw Yuder’s nod, he moved his hand from the nape of Yuder’s neck to the back of his head near his ear, and brought his other hand up from Yuder’s wrist to the side of his neck, with his thumb resting on the other’s jaw. He leaned down, nuzzling their noses together before their lips met.

The kiss lasted longer than Yuder had thought it would, though he didn’t make any move to pull away. Kishiar, eventually realizing that Yuder wouldn’t be the one to separate them, put a light bit of force into the kiss before pulling back slightly. He kept their foreheads pressed together for all of two seconds as he caught his breath before he came to the conclusion that he was a liar, and he moved to kiss Yuder again.

They spent the next couple of minutes repeating that cycle; kissing, breaking apart, and immediately meeting each other’s lips again. Kishiar was just wondering if he’d ever have the strength to fully pull away when he felt Yuder nibble on his bottom lip. He lightly nipped back at the other before he slowly pulled away, resting his forehead against the other’s before speaking.

“If we don’t stop now, we might never end up leaving the dungeon,” Kishiar said, the lilt of his voice obviously teasing. Yuder pulled away with a slight roll of his eyes before affixing his mask back to his face.

“We should head out then.”

“You won’t disappear before we exchange phone numbers will you?” Yuder ignored the other and walked right out of the gate. Kishiar had a sudden feeling that if he didn’t leave right now, he really wouldn’t get the other’s number. He giggled ecstatically before rushing out after his lover.