[ drabble prompts! ] kiss ( bc why not it could be rly cute or you could just throw me off a cliff with sEXinESS )
kiss: our characters sharing a kiss, whether innocent or passionate.
Standing side by side, so close together they had been during the moment, his hand clutching on to the other’s right arm in practice of what they had learned, it wasn’t too surprising that they had ended up where they had.
The goal had been to use the opponent’s own centrifugal movement against them, taking them down by the arm and flipping them in one fluid motion face down to the floor. For a while, neither of them had managed to do just that. A simple basic technique of self defense and yet neither of them had managed the strength or the skill to complete the rotation needed for the flip.
Breathing in a somewhat heavy rasp while letting himself fall over to the matted gym floor, his gi and blindfold soaked in the sweat of their training, Xiumin could barely manage a sentence.
“Why… is this… so difficult?” He panted in between breaths, the back of his hand coming to rest onto his matted forehead, his reddish brown hair sticking closely to his ivory skin. “When Professor… Kamenashi did it… it had seemed so easy…”
And in essence, it was easy. All one needed was some good enough leverage, a durable hold on the arm and a proper follow through to complete the rotation. In descriptive words, it felt so simple that even a child younger than he could do it.
“Maybe…” His partner, Junmyeon, panted beside him, the strain of their training affecting him greatly as well. He could hear the rise and fall of the other’s chest, his beating heart pumping just as loudly as his own. “Maybe… we’re just not doing it right?”
“And what do you think we’re doing wrong, Sherlock?” He asked of the man of London with the detective eye, once his breathing had gone down enough, whilst he turned his head so that the other could know that he held his complete attention.
“Well…” His partner began, seemingly unperturbed by the nickname he had just given him. Though he could just as well be but his senses were too frayed from the sensory information all over the gym to notice. Despite that, Xiumin had thought he had felt something akin to a heat source coming from the other’s cheeks.
“Maybe instead of doing the complete sparring like everyone else is… We should… just stand next to each other and try it like that…”
Mulling the option over in his head, pondering why they hadn’t thought of it before they had exhausted themselves into this stupor, he shrugged at Sherlock in reply before shifting himself over to stand. “Well, do you want to do the honors first then or do you want me to?”
“… Either or sounds fine.”
That was the beginning of how they had ended up together, on the floor, Xiumin’s left hand barely clutching onto the other male’s right arm, their lips touching closely against each other.
Aside from one’s hands and feet, it was a scientific fact that the lips were one of the most highly sensitive parts of the body. Certain studies suggest that due to the high concentration of receptor cells within a person’s lips, the act of kissing became more intoxicating as the practice continued.
Two highly sensitive mutants with highly sensitive lips. A person didn’t need to be a scientist to know where this was going.
Everything about him grew hot with embarrassment at their predicament, his cheeks flushed whilst their lips continued to touch. Xiumin knew he should try to apologize and get himself off from on top of the other. Tell him that this was all just some big accident which was caused in some small way by the tug that Sherlock pulled on his other arm. But they were both too stunned to properly move.
Xiumin didn’t know how long they had stayed still like that, their lips ghosting over each other. His mind was already slowly carving the image of it into his memory, relaying the enhanced sensation of softness towards him. The entire event felt too surreal for him to take in properly.
His hands slowly moving on the other’s arms, his lips softly pressing back, his entire body just seemed to react of its own free will against his better judgment. It seemed the other was just as lost as he was if the reply of Junmyeon kissing back was any indication./
At the end of it all, they were both separated forcefully from each other by Professor Kamenashi who seemed both furious and perhaps just a tinge embarrassed by the display. Reprimanded and scolded, they were never allowed to become sparring partners again in class.
Though that didn’t mean they didn’t spar elsewhere.
