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Kissing is an interesting feeling.
It almost feels like eating, the way your mouth moves against another. Teeth gently nibbling on a bottom lip, tongues licking and tasting each other's spit. Catching the aftertaste of Papicco ice cream. But it's not the same as eating out of someone else's mouth - Hikaru couldn't imagine doing that. The thought grosses him out, though if it's residual instincts from the human Hikaru or his own feelings, he isn't sure. Something about swallowing an already chewed-up mushy lump of nothing makes his stomach turn.
But an unchewed candy, on the other hand, he understands the appeal. The idea of sharing something sweet, something solid, passed between two mouths like a gift, makes his insides fizz up like soda pop. He catches himself drooling a little whenever he spots Yoshiki popping a breath mint into his mouth, wanting to shove his tongue inside and bask in the feeling of the candy melting between their joined mouths.
Yoshiki never kisses him in public, a fact Hikaru laments about on a daily basis, so he's resorted to stealing indirect kisses from him. It's the reason he started keeping lollipops on hand, indiscreetly unwrapping and eating them whenever Yoshiki was around, hoping he'd one day ask Hikaru if he can have a taste. Yoshiki can never eat anything in peace, because Hikaru would always steal a bite from him, savouring the way his presence makes everything taste just a bit better. Sweeter. Melt-in-your mouth, sugary sweet, just like everything about Yoshiki.
Hikaru likes the way Yoshiki always tenses up when they first press lips, and then the way he slowly relaxes, mouth opening, hands finding their way around Hikaru's neck, always holding him tightly, like a lifeline. He likes the way Yoshiki sometimes runs his hands through his hair, or strokes his cheeks, or sometimes, they find their way to his chest, so close to where he wants Yoshiki to be. He especially likes the soft sounds Yoshiki sometimes makes - a startled yelp, a quiet gasp; he'd even gotten Yoshiki to moan once, which promptly had him blushing like a tomato behind his hands while Hikaru laughed.
"Hikaru."
But what he loves most is when Yoshiki would whisper his name like that - quiet, for his ears only, looking at him like he could give him everything, if he would just ask.
Hikaru kisses him again, open mouthed, tongue against teeth, body against body. If he tries hard enough, maybe he could swallow Yoshiki whole like this.
"Hikaru."
He moves to Yoshiki's neck and bites at the skin under his jaw - he thinks of the mochi they shared yesterday, the tender way it broke apart under his teeth. He bites his collarbone next, then yanks his shirt collar and mouths at the soft junction between his neck and shoulder. Moles dot his flushed skin. He tries not to think of fully sinking his teeth in, to taste the sweet blood that pulses in his veins. He presses his lips against the junction, wanting to nibble on it again, when -
"Hey!"
Hikaru feels a hand yank him up. Yoshiki looks at him with an annoyed glare.
"I already told ya, don't bite where I can't hide it!"
Prominent bite marks are littered on his skin, too high to be covered with a collar. Something coils pleasantly inside Hikaru.
"Haha, whoops! Sorry, I'll remember next time."
Yoshiki sighs. "That's what ya said last time..."
But he gives a small smile and leans in, pressing his lips against Hikaru's once more. He smiles into it, loving the way their mouths slot against each others' like puzzle pieces. One of Yoshiki's hands reaches up to grasp at the short hairs on the back of his head, pulling them ever closer together. Hikaru braces a hand against the bathroom mirror Yoshiki is pushed up against.
He opens his eyes and looks in the mirror. A hungry monster stares back, held in the arms of a beautiful human.