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“Hey, Kou. You’re not still mad at me are you?” Kuroo’s bottom lip was slightly jutted out as he looked at his boyfriend, waiting for him to answer the question.
“No. Why would you say that?” Bokuto answered bitterly.
Ah. He’s still mad. “Really? Kiss me then,”
Bokuto sputtered. “Why!?”
“Are you still mad at me?”
“No but-”
“Then I don’t see a problem here Kou,”
Bokuto puffed out his cheeks. He really wasn’t in the mood for this.
“Hmph, fine,” and so Bokuto grabbed his boyfriend’s face and placed a peck upon his lips. Not that Kuroo felt satisfied with that.
“Kou-ta-rou, that wasn’t a kiss. This is a kiss,”
Before Bokuto could retaliate, Kuroo had grabbed his face and kissed him on this forehead.
Then his left cheek.
His right cheek.
His chin.
His nose.
And finally, his lips.
Bokuto felt his face burn up with each kiss and softly pushed Kuroo away out of embarrassment.
Kuroo chuckled and leaned forward towards Bokuto’s face.
“So… Do you think you can give me a proper kiss now?”