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Riddle looks at Floyd with wide eyes, watching the taller man press his fingers to his grinning lips.
He did not just do that.
There's no way he just did that.
"You kissed me, Goldfishy," says Floyd in surprise even as he grins down at him.
"You liked it," replies Riddle before he can think it through, stabbing his finger into the taller man's chest.
"Well, of course, I liked it. That's not even a question, Goldfishy. The question is why you kissed me," says Floyd with a chuckle as he looks down at the finger still pressing into his chest before looking up to meet Riddle's eyes. "So, why did you kiss me?"
"Because you— I— Ugh!" exclaims Riddle in frustration as he throws his hands in the air and turns away from him. "I just— How else was I supposed to get you to stop talking about how adorable my red cheeks look? You already call me a goldfish, Floyd! Why do you have to bring up how red my face gets?"
"Because it's adorable? I'm not seeing the sense in you kissing me to get me to stop talking about your red cheeks. Your face is still red, Goldfishy," replies Floyd with a chuckle as he leans around him and pokes at his heated cheek gently.
"I just don't get you! Why must you always mess with me?!" exclaims Riddle as he turns around, hands in the air.
"Because you're adorable," says Floyd as he tilts his head to the side, their faces are closer than is really necessary, but he can count the freckles on his face now.
"That doesn't make any sense. Why do you keep calling me adorable?" asks Riddle as his brows crinkle and his nose scrunches up when Floyd pokes at his cheek again. "Ugh, never mind! I need to go to my dorm, I'm tired, and now I've got a migraine. It's better if I sleep it off than keep trying to figure you out."
"You're the one that kissed me, Goldfishy! If you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask," replies Floyd as he leans away to give Riddle space, even though he wants to hug him close and ease the ache.
"Yeah? And I suppose that goes for everyone else too? If they want a kiss, you'll give it to them if they ask, huh?" asks Riddle with a huff as he turns his face away, arms crossing over his chest.
"You're wrong, Riddle," murmurs Floyd as he carefully cups Riddle's cheek and turns his face until their eyes meet again. "If anyone else asked for a kiss, they'd get a squeeze instead. You are the only one who will get a kiss, if you ask for it."
"You—" breathes Riddle in surprise as his entire face goes slack, but then… then he has another thought, an aching want that he's held down for too long because of their dynamic. "Then can I have a kiss, Floyd?"
Floyd's lips curve into a breathless grin, then he leans in and brushes their lips together softly in a short kiss.
"Any time you want," replies Floyd gently as he watches Riddle's eyes flutter open.
Riddle's face goes bright red.
Floyd is actually going to kill him.
Or… Well…
He's going to end himself with his actions, actually.
But…
That kiss was better than their first one, and now he's kind of… he's curious.
"What if I asked you to come cuddle me?" Riddle's head tilts as he drops the question between them.
"Then I'd ask which dorm we're going to," replies Floyd as he tilts his head and lets his thumb brush over the heated skin.
"And if I said mine?" asks Riddle as he leans into Floyd's touch, a bit surprised by the easy response.
"I'd say let's go," replies Floyd as he leans in and lets their noses brush just so.
"That's too easy, what— why?" asks Riddle as he looks at him.
"Because I like you," replies Floyd with a shrug as he pulls away to look at him.
"You—" Riddle's brain malfunctions. There's no other explanation for why he gapes like a fish at Floyd. Of course, only for a moment before his brain snaps back into gear. "You like me? Actually like me?"
"Yes," replies Floyd softly as he looks at Riddle, but then those eyes glance away, searching… like the taller man is nervous. "I've liked you since the beginning, I just— I didn't know what else to do to get your attention when I figured that you'd never want anything to do with me like that."
Riddle looks at him for a moment, head tilting to the side, then he sighs.
"Let's go cuddle in my dorm, then we can talk about whether you want to plan the first date or if I should," says Riddle gently as he takes Floyd's hand and tugs. "And I want more kisses."
"That sounds… like a dream come true," murmurs Floyd as he nods with a half-smile that has Riddle wanting to kiss him. "But I know, without a doubt, that you want to plan the first date. So, I'll give that to you, but will you be my boyfriend?"
"Of course, I will," replies Riddle with a shake of his head as he tugs Floyd along with him towards the mirror hall.
They go quiet as they walk the halls hand-in-hand, heading for the Heartslabyul Mirror and the whsipers follow them. But for once, Riddle is too high off happiness to notice the weirdness surrounding them, and Floyd doesn't give a shit.
They're going to be cuddling, and right now, that's all either of them care about…
Well, Riddle also cares about the kisses.