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Ozo and Brandon had been together for a while. And what do people do when they've been together for a while?
They kiss. Duh.
So, Ozo and Brandon wanted to try it. Except neither of them knew how to, not at all.
"Are you sure about this?"
Brandon seemed a little nervous. His hands were held in his lap, a faint flush to his cheeks. Ozo looked up from his computer and blinked. He'd been searching up 'How to kiss', of course.
"Do you not wanna do this?"
He asked. Obviously he wasn't going to make Brandon if he didn't want to. Brandon shook his head, his eyes widening a little.
"No, I- I do! But what if we do it wrong?"
Ozo shrugged. It didn't really matter to him whether they did it 'right' or 'wrong', a kiss was a kiss, but he reassured Brandon anyways.
"Nah, trust me, man. I looked it up, it'll be fine! Here, c'mere."
Ozo grasped onto Brandon's hands and tugged him a little closer. It made Brandon lose his balance a bit, even if he was sitting down. He gasped as he fell against Ozo, his blush darkening a bit. He would've been embarrassed, but the moment he heard Ozo start laughing, he couldn't help but giggle too. He sat up and gave Ozo a somewhat shy smile, who grinned in return.
"Okay, wanna try it now?"
Ozo questioned. Brandon nodded, not hesitating this time. He wanted this, he really did.
"Mhm. let's do it."
Ozo brought a hand up to his face, tenderly cradling one of his cheeks. Brandon supressed a shiver, he always liked the little touches Ozo would give him. Like the time he'd wiped soy sauce from the corner of his lips when they'd gone out for sushi. Brandon closed his eyes, and Ozo did the same as he leaned in. Closer and closer, until brandon could feel his breath on his face. He had to supress another shudder of anticipation.
Then suddenly...
BONK
Both of the boys yelped and reeled back, hands on their foreheads. It turns out, when you don't quite know what you're doing, you might smack your foreheads together instead of kissing.
"Ow!"
Brandon whined, clutching his forehead.
"Sorry!"
Ozo replied as he rubbed his own. They both took a few moments for the pain to fade, then looked at each other, feeling the burning awkwardness of failing a kiss.
"So, uh...wanna try again?"
Ozo questioned with a slight grin. Brandom sighed, then closed his eyes again.
"Okay...don't close yours until it happens this time, that way you won't hit me."
Ozo supposed that was a good idea. So, he leaned in again. It was a little strange, staring at brandon while he did it, but the moment their lips connected made it all worth it. He let his eyes close now as he laced his hands with Brandon's, both sinking into the kiss. It was a little clumsy, but that didn't matter to either of them.
They let it linger, their breaths in and out through their noses mingling before they finally parted, cheeks painted red. Neither said anything for multiple long moments, before Brandon slumped against Ozo with a small giggle, squeezing his hands lightly.
"That was better."
Ozo rolled his eyes, biting back playfully as he squeezed Brandon's hands gently in return.
"Shut up."
Brandon laughed. ozo laughed too. There was silence for a few moments after the laughter tapered off, then a whisper.
"I love you, Ozo."
Brandon felt lips brush against the top of his head. It made him smile, warmth swelling in his chest as Ozo responded.
"I love you too, Brandon."