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“There’s four left,” Kevin notes, nodding towards the box of gröna kulor between them.
“Two each!” Jakob smiles.
“Two each.” Kevin confirms.
But when Kevin’s hand mindlessly reaches down what feels like literal seconds later, he finds an empty box.
“S-sorry,” Jakob starts.
“That’s okay-”
“I’ll get more-” Jakob stands, but Kevin catches his wrist.
“No need...” he smiles.
“Kevin?”
“I’ll just take it from you this way!” And Kevin tugs hard on Jakob’s wrist. The action forces Jakob forwards into him; one hand landing on Kevin's thigh. Kevin closes the small gap between them, and kisses Jakob with passion.