the butterflies only got worse the longer the two are in the closest , so close together and just staring , holding each others gaze for only a moment before Sou looked away . the thought of the other saying no crossed his mind , fear close on its’ heels and he didn’t want to linger on it , didn’t want to think that he was scared that his friend (they were only friends) would actually say no , because it wasn’t a big deal if he did , they didn’t have to do this .
but he wanted to . he really , really wanted to .
it’s when his gaze turns back that he sees the smile , watching the nod , and notice the subtle lift in Yuukis’ stance . and he is smiling again , relief and excitement and nerves all mixing together , twining through his veins . and he leaned down , meeting his friend halfway .
their lips met , soft pressing against the other that they had grown used to doing . he reveled in the familiarity of it .
the journey to here had been an awkward one , full of missed lips and scrunched noses , bumping and shaking . but here they were now , in the semi-darkness of the hall closet , and they were kissing . maybe not with ease , but they were kissing .
Sou held it , not pulling away after the usual three seconds , wanting to spend a little more time in the warmth that kissing Yuuki always created . wanted to spend more time in the moment , even if his mind was reeling . and it was , reminding himself of every movie he had watched , every book he had snuck off his mothers shelf . it always made the moment seem …different , then how he felt it . intense , if he had to put on it .
but then again , they always stood closer . always touched more . and he wanted that , too .
Sou pulled away just a moment , a small , shaky breath leaving him before he closed the distance for a third kiss , stepping closer , the hand still on the back of Yuukis’ neck tightening just the slightest bit .
He’s grateful when Sou leans down to meet him-- he wouldn’t be able to reach on his own, and it’s make the familiar nerve wracking moments that lead up to the kiss shorter. Because, as nervous as he still is each time they do this, as soon as their lips touch it’s warm and familiar, and he keeps coming back for more. wanting all of it and more.
A shaky sigh escapes him as they kiss, gripping at the front of Sou’s shirt as he uses it to hold himself close and keep his balance as he remains leaning up. It’s amazing how much nicer this is now that they’ve gotten used to the actions and the motions, and they’ve figured out exactly how this works between them. It’s nice, and it’s easy, and it’s comforting.
He notices when Sou doesn’t pull away, but he’s definitely not complaining about it, instead tightening his grip in the others shirt. There’s a soft noise, almost a whine, when Sou does pull back, eyes cracking open. He doesn’t want it to end, wants it to keep going, doesn’t want to lose that feeling that they’re both holding onto so tightly.
But then he’s being kissed again, and Sou’s hand feels so warm on the back of his neck as he feels the fingers tighten just enough to be noticeable. A moment more and he shifts, fingers loosening in the others shirt just long enough for him to shift, his arms slipping up and around the others neck to loop there.
Cheeks are warm now, a noticeable blush settling there as the thought crosses his mind that maybe this was a step too far-- it’s certainly more.... intimate feeling than any of their other kisses have been. But he also can’t find it in himself to pull away.