the exhales feel moist against kenma's lips. warm and wet and comforting, if just a little bit gross. like the same sense of ease they had been granted from the other's sweaty palms. icky, but kenma isn't about to pull away; instead, grasping on tighter, sharp pupils covered by fluttering lids. their blood pulses, heart pounding in their chest almost pain- fully. the hand against the small of their back is firm, guiding, and it makes kenma let out a joyful little hum––certainly a contented cat. and kenma thinks hideki is perfect for kissing–– just a hair's width taller than kenma themselves, and their neck isn't craned, their tip-toes sore. they hold on tighter, drinking in more of hideki's air, tasting him on their tongue. it's almost surreal. ––-the skin of the other's hand is coarse against their jaw, their cheek, but kenma's nuzzling into the palm regardless. the apples of those cheeks heat up even more, hideki's voice nestling into their ears, curling up inside their skull. kenma's sure their face is furiously red by now––because this is just so embarrassing. ❛ j-just... stop talking. ❜ because they just can't take it and they think that their face, their ears, are going to fall off. they're going to melt and they can already feel their internal organs boiling. so, to shut hideki up for now, they kiss him again.
