“Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back.”
Pick-up lines // accepting / @artvrius
The Lancer’s eyes widened and his ears were dyed with the color pink once Arthur asked that out of nowhere. Borrowing a kiss? How could someone even borrow that! Even if the Ulster warrior wasn’t the best at figuring out this stuff, that one was impossible to misunderstand. And, more importantly, since when was Arthur the smooth one?! The Ulsterman remembered fondly the times when he could steal more than a couple kisses from the King of Knights and turn him into a flustered mess not so long ago and yet! Just when did Arthur acquire this newfound confidence!
His face was turning redder and redder by the second and Cú didn’t want to think of how he looked at the moment, the only reason why he wasn’t covering his was because of his strong willpower and plain stubbornness. And, while said stubbornness only managed to get him in trouble most of the time, on rare occasions, it worked in his favor as well. After a few seconds, the Lancer managed to calm down and the blush on his face started fading. He just knew that Arthur was messing with him. Probably wanted to get a reaction out of him ( it worked ) and expected him to shy away.
Well, jokes on him. Cú wasn’t going to lose just yet!
Instead of coming up with an excuse and start looking for an escape route, the Lancer took a deep breath in a last attempt to calm his heart and stepped into the other’s personal space. Not giving the Saber the time to reconsider nor step back, he grabbed Arthur by the shirt and pulled him closer. The Ulster warrior closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side before their lips clashed together.
It wasn’t one of those kisses in which he was desperate to be as close as he could to his lover and get lost in a realm where only the two of them could exist. Instead, he was taking advantage of his partner’s surprise to do as he wanted, to bite the other’s lower lip and force the Saber to gasp for him. It felt far too nice to be in control and have Arthur in the palm of his hand. It would serve as a little reminder that the Hound of Ulster wasn’t to be messed with unless Arthur was prepared for the bite that would follow. And the King of Knights really had no idea how much he wanted to eat him up.
He was out of breath and grinning like he had won an unspoken battle when he finally broke the kiss and let go of the other’s shirt.
“The next ones come with an interest rate so it’s up to you to decide how willing you’re to go into debt.”
