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Neteyam will never forget how his first kiss with Ao'nung happened. Well, he’s the one that made the first move, breaking the first kiss record that had been postponed for a year after dating.
The two lovebirds had just finished celebrating their first anniversary. Dinner, a photo booth, and a short karaoke session.
When it came to physical contact, Neteyam was always the one who initiated it. Because, let’s be for real, Ao'nung was a far cry from his usual "pretending" fierce demeanor.
In other words, he was all bark and no bite.
The first time they held hands on their first date, Ao’nung’s cheeks were as red as tomatoes, spreading to the tips of their ears. Even jg Neteyam ever let go for a second; Ao’nung didn't dare intertwine their fingers first. He was embarrassed, he said.
For example, right now, they were sitting in Neteyam's house parking lot. It was 10:00 PM, exactly as Sir Jake had ordered him to drive Neteyam home.
Their intertwined hands lay on Neteyam's thigh. Neteyam himself is leaning his head against the taller man’s shoulder, savoring his lover’s scent until his head was dizzy from Ao’nung’s expensive perfume. So he’d remember it until he woke up, he thought.
Ao’nung’s fingers gently stroked his lover’s, savoring the remaining time at the end of the day with his beloved. When it was like this, he didn’t want to let go of their intertwined hands. He didn't want to go home, he didn't want to be separated from Neteyam.
Neteyam finally pulled his hand away, which Ao'nung held back, his jealousy flaring.
"Gotta go, Nung."
"Mm." Instead of responding, Ao'nung pulled Neteyam's hand closer to his, causing Neteyam's body to be pulled closer to his larger body.
Ao'nung was rarely this touchy, and Neteyam couldn't help but having cuteness aggression by it.
But still, the sudden switch on of his father’s bedroom light on the second floor brought Neteyam back to reality. Not wanting for Jake to knock on Ao’nung’s car window because his son hadn't come inside.
Finally, Neteyam shifted his other hand—which was initially holding the tote bag containing Ao'nung's anniversary gift—to caress his boyfriend’s cheek.
"I have to go back."
Ao'nung grew even more pouty, his long eyelashes drooping to meet the skin of his upper cheek.
God, so adorable, Neteyam thought.
Neteyam gets impulsive when his boyfriend is acting too cute. Unconsciously, he planted a brief kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek.
Ao'nung immediately froze in place, his connection to Neteyam reflexively loosening. His previously pouting lips had turned into a small O, shocked.
Seeing his boyfriend’s utterly shocked expression made Neteyam even more adorable. Finally, he continued to give his boyfriend a small kiss on the cheek for the second time.
His hand that was released from Ao'nung's grasp gently touched the side of Ao'nung's cheek, so that he was able to kiss both sides of his cheek. Ao'nung himself was already looking down in shame.
"Enough big guy?"
Ao'nung was silent, too embarrassed to even think about the words he wanted to say.
"I want to walk you inside." Finally he answered, pulling Neteyam's hand again before he actually opened the car door.
"But everyone’s already asleep?"
"Yeah, that's okay."
"Father is waiting out front."
Neteyam answered, pointing to the front door of the house which was already slightly open. It really seemed like Sir Jake was waiting at the door.
"Yeah, not a big deal."
"You sure?"
“Yeah.”
"Okay then, will you walk me to my room too?"
Ao'nung immediately ran out of words when he heard that. He hid his face in the shorter man's shoulder. When his face appeared again, the tomatoes were already less red than Ao'nung's expression.
Neteyam himself just laughed a little, his boyfriend was really cute.
"I can’t do that…"
"Why? You’ll just gonna walk me anyway"
"Later you will ask me to come in..."
"Oh, do you want to come in?"
Ouch.
That's it, that's it.
Ao'nung's mind was already confused, he would get a headache if the dialogue continued any longer. So he just leaned his head against the back of the chair, but still didn't let go of their hands.
"Just leave."
"Now you’re sulking."
"I’m not sulking."
"Yes you are."
Instead of answering, Ao'nung just turned his gaze to the window. Staring at his reflection with Neteyam in the dark of night at that time.
Whether it was because of the thought or because of the Hivi song that suddenly came on the car radio, Neteyam dared to lift his body slightly. He approached the taller man, his palm gently resting on the side of Ao'nung's face. His fingers firmly stroked his lover's earlobe, gently saying his name to get his attention.
"Ao'nung, look at me."
The person he called finally turned around. Before he could meet the man's gaze, his pupils suddenly dilated, shocked by what happened in the next second.
Neteyam pressed his lips to the taller man's thick ones. His eyes were tightly closed, in stark contrast to Ao'nung's, who was completely shocked. So shocked that he didn’t return the kiss.
Neteyam finally broke the kiss, briefly looking at Ao'nung with a questioning and guilty gaze.
Maybe Ao'nung didn't want the kiss, he thought.
"Sorry,"
"Eh?"
“I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Eh—w-what do you mean?”
“I’ll go back now, thank you for the—”
Before Neteyam could fully leave his seat, Ao’nung grabbed his arm.
“Neteyam!” He shouted a little, for drama.
Neteyam immediately turned his head, his eyes already watering because he was really thinking, that it was so stupid to steal their first kiss.
“T-try again.”
“Huh?”
“The kiss, again. I’m ready!” Ao’nung said, deliberately pouting his lips like a child.
Neteyam reflexively laughed. Oh Eywa, what a sight this is.
“Are you sure?”
Ao’nung nodded quickly. “Sure. Kiss me, please?”
Neteyam smiled a little.
He hovered slightly above the taller man, his arms already wrapped around Ao'nung's neck. A perfect position for a kiss.
Finally, Neteyan's orbicularis oris contracted, inviting them to merge into one. The muscle that Neteyam had used for chewing and speaking for 19 years had a new task—compete with his lover's orbicularis oris.
How two muscles finally found a harmonious rhythm. Their muscle fibers pressed against each other, relaxing, then contracting again, creating a gentle pressure that grew increasingly demanding. They wanted more from both of them.
Amidst the warm, irregular breathing, Neteyam and Ao'nung's bodily reflexes took over without being asked. The submandibular glands began to dominate, producing enough saliva to moisten every touch of their tongues.
The sweet atmosphere between them grew increasingly heated, as the sublingual glands provided a thicker layer—retaining the warmth so it wouldn't quickly dissipate.
It was undeniable that they were still sane enough to steal oxygen so they could still look at each other. Their gazes exchanged greetings.
Without needing to be asked, Neteyam's and Ao'nung's zygomaticus major muscles had already done their job, pulling the corners of their lips up in expressions of uncontrollable pleasure.
A faint chuckle and chuckle could be heard from both of them. Ao'nung's hand found its comfortable position, perched on Neteyam's waist. Meanwhile, his lover was already sitting on Ao'nung's lap, his arms wrapped around his neck.
They shared laughter, smiles, and loving gazes. It was as if even the moonlight was outshined by Neteyam's bright, golden gaze.
Their second kiss might have continued, had it not been for Sir Jake spraying Ao'nung's windshield with the hose that Neytiri usually used to water flowers.
The splashing sound caused both of them to jump in surprise, Neteyam even hits the roof of Ao'nung's car.
The two of them laughed again, before finally Ao'nung opened Neteyam's door and accompanied his lover to the front door of the house.
Well, even though Sir Jake scolded him for about 10 minutes, Ao'nung didn't regret it at all.