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Daotok can feel Arthit's breath on the side of his neck, his hands warm and big, and he wants.
It sounds insane, and when Arthit takes off out of the room, after their noses brush, after the world stills, their breaths mingling between them, his heart feels like it's left the room too.
He's not sure why Arthit ran, other than that maybe he made the older man uncomfortable.
He's certain Arthit wasn't uncomfortable, just caught off guard… Daotok is too.
But he also wishes Arthit would've leaned in, would've tipped his head back using one of his big hands to hold his jaw. He wishes the older man would've kissed him.
He finds his group-chat with his friends, fingers trembling as he types.
Dao: I think… I think my heart has been opened without my permission, and I'm not sure that I'm upset about it.
Ter: Really?! You opened your heart?!
Cat: Seriously?! Who's the lucky person?? Do we know him??
North: P'Arthit, seriously?! He's not good enough for you, Dao.
Ter: It's P'Arthit?!
Cat: How'd you figure that out?!
North: Cause I'm a genius, DUH!
Daotok shoves his phone into his pocket and stands, his stomach squirming. Bathroom, that's what he needs. Space, and silence.
"Why would I like—" Arthit's voice cuts off, and Dao feels his chest cave in.
Arthit asks him how long he's been standing there, and Dao says he only just got there, wasn't eavesdropping, then pushes his way into the bathroom.
Daotok can't get his hopes up.
Arthit might not like him.
Except, when he comes out of the bathroom, hands still a bit wet, Arthit's leaning against the wall there.
"You heard something, right?" asks Arthit as he pushes off the wall and steps forward, crowding Daotok against the bathroom door.
"Just what you said when I got there," replies Daotok with a shrug, his breath speeding up a bit.
"Dao, have you opened your heart up for anyone since Kram?" asks Arthit as his head tips to the side, his hands resting on the door on either side of Daotok's head.
"It opened on it's own," mutters Daotok as he looks over Arthit's shoulder, avoiding his gaze.
"Yeah? Apparently, mine did too. I wonder what I should do about it," replies Arthit as one of his hands slides over and forward to cup Daotok's cheek.
"Whatever you want, as long as you take responsibility for your feelings, I guess," replies Daotok as he's forced to look Arthit in the eye.
"Oh, I'll take responsibility," murmurs Arthit as he leans in, letting their noses brush gently. "May I kiss you?"
Asking to kiss him seemed almost second nature, but also something that left Arthit unsteady, and Daotok felt his heart flutter.
"Yes," the word hadn't even fully formed when Arthit leaned in, and Daotok absolutely melts.
This kiss…
Daotok doesn't think he's ever been kissed like this, and now he doesn't want anyone else to kiss him again.