Lil eepy post cus why not.
So imagine you're out at a pride, right? A big one. You travelled to a large city for this, having been invited by a couple of friends and hey, you want to meet them again, join the demonstration, and maybe you'll even hit someone up!
And boy, you're having a blast. It's loud, it's full, but after getting over your initial anxiety you start to enjoy yourself more and more.
You don't meet anyone you'd like to approach, and neither does anyone approach you. While some people do look hot, they either aren't in your age group or are already taken.
You don't worry too much about it though, after all, this wasn't the main reason you came here for.
By now, your feet start to hurt. The pride march is over, although the mood is still high and you're still laughing, making your way to the nearest transport station, seeing a guy with a "kissing station" sign.
You smile and laugh at him, ready to tell him it's a cool sign, thinking that he wants to be kissed. A little confused when he points at you — does he want you to kiss him? What is going on?
But you realize a few moments later when he points at another guy, then you again.
"You two, kiss!" He cheers.
You're caught off guard. You're usually a rather shy person, you haven't even had a one night stand, and kissing a stranger?
The guy seems just as caught off guard as you.
You've gotta admit, he's hot — wearing a black mask that covers his mouth and nose, walking with three other men, which were grinning at the sight.
You approach him, a bit surprised at yourself, but deciding to live a little.
You were also maybe a little drunk.
You lean in a little, eyes flitting up to him, looking at where his lips are hidden underneath the mask.
Should you? Would he even be comfortable with it?
You divert. Simply choosing to kiss his cheeks instead, ready to pull back again already.
This sufficed after all, right?
Simon looked at you in shock as you pulled back from the kiss. This was not how he had expected his day to go when he had came with.
But then again, fuck it. Might as well.
And so, he pulled his mask down. Leaned in and kissed you on the lips.
Your soul seemed to have left your body for a second there.
And then you grabbed his chin, pulled him down towards you and kissed him, long and deep. Lips moving against eachother, basically making out.
His friends whistles accompanying the scene.
