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Isen pulled Blyke into the janitor’s closet, pinning him against the shelves.
“Oof!” Blyke groaned, squinting as his eyes adjust to the dim light. His breathing picks up as his gaze focuses on Isen’s face.
“D-Dude…” he breathes out, earning a light snicker from the other.
“Sh.” Isen whispers, placing his index finger on Blyke’s lips.
Blyke grunts in annoyance and embarrassment, but it’s not like he really minds his predicament all that much. He knows what Isen wants, having met up with him like this way too many times to count.
Blyke huffs, before placing his hands on the nape of Isen’s neck and pulling him closer. Isen grins, practically slamming his lips against the other’s. Blyke gasped into the kiss, momentarily stunned. He slowly relaxed though, his lips moving in tandem with Isen’s.
His fingers sift through Isen’s dark curls, gently tugging, asking for more. Isen’s hands tighten around Blyke’s slender waist, pulling him flush against his body.
Their bodies and lips meshed together, their minds fully preoccupied with the taste and feel of each other — so much so that they didn’t hear the sound of footsteps coming closer, or the sound of the door creaking open.
It was only when Blyke noticed the bright light of the hallway through his closed eyelids that he opened his eyes, spotting the door to the janitor’s closet wide open, and a flustered Remi in the doorway.
“Ah!” Blyke squeaks, hurriedly pushing Isen’s mouth away from him.
“Whuh…” Isen mutters in confusion, before turning his head to see what Blyke is looking at.
“Oh, uhm… Am I, er… interrupting something?” Remi asks quietly, letting out a nervous chuckle.
Isen grins.
“Not really. Wanna join?”
The door closes again, the three of them now alone in the dim light of the closet.
Well… Blyke supposes he doesn’t mind this that much.