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First Kiss, Second Score! - Follo & Zanka

Anime/Manga: Gachiakuta

Everyone who complains about their writing being "dialogue heavy", I envy you.

You and Follo trying to be Down Bad and catch a babe but he's too down on himself.

Zanka Nijiku was many things. A prodigy, a gifted giver, utterly beautiful, observant, even. Honed to notice what's around him, and a sixth sense to incoming threats.

But he also looks down on himself so much he won't dare to see what's, rather obviously and with effort, right in front of him.

Or maybe you and Follo are so known to love each other that he'd only glance with quick yearning of his own and force it away than notice how longingly his acquaintances (friends, if he'd quit downplaying himself.) stare after him.

Not so subtly.

Weeks of not subtlety. Weeks of considering. Of Crushing. Of yearning for a wobbly smile and kissable nose that both you and your boyfriend want to dote on and show his worth.

Zanka's hot. And you both want him.

You break in an empty training room when he goes past, wrapping his hands and intending to work himself tired and his thin compression shirt clings over heaving breaths. A sight you and Follo have discussed in length in late hours.

It’s been enough.

Grabbing Zanka's arm and tugging him to you, your lips connecting to his in a languid kiss and before he can react, eyes wide and hands hovering not to touch you, Follo is at his back.

Strong hands sliding around his waist and pressing his chest gently to Zanka's back.

Intuition between you even with another person to the mix.

Follo's lips connect with the soft skin of his neck, incense wafting off him like subtle magic as you push up against his front, kissing Zanka deeper and one hand gently tilting his head to follow you, the other hand lacing together with Follo's over Zanka's hip.

He shudders from the feeling of you both, so sure around him, and you grin into the kiss.

Finally leaning back, body still in contact with Zanka's, you admire him like this even more.

The apples of his cheeks are burning red, eyes glossy and confusion pouring through his clouded expression, his soft lips are spit slick as you pulled away and he looks like a dream, one you and Follo have shared many a time.

Follo moves from mouthing gently at his nape to rest his chin on Zanka's shoulder, puppy eyes and a very amused smile at him. Too sweet to act coy yet.

"You doing alright, Zanka honey?" Your tone is sweet, steady like this is normal to ask of him.

He curses, if he even can in his thoughts, and swallows heavy.

"Y-yeah, what are- what did you-"

Taking him as being fine, not negative to it, you grasp and spin his lithe waist before he really comes back too, assisted by Follo and turn him to face your (first) boyfriend.

Follo's pink lips collide with Zanka's in an instant, a happy smile pressing his mouth to Zanka's and a happier little hum when Zanka squeaks, not quite so shocked as the first and kissing back, albeit hesitantly confused.

You both would like to hear that little noise again.

Follo doesn't mind, pressing more, guiding the pace and prying Zanka's mouth open gently with his tongue, slow enough to not be demanding but still so eagerly wanting to taste.

You arms have wrapped around, hugging him snuggly to you and leaning up to kiss his nape, right where Follo's lips had left him.

He shudders, fully, when your nose teasingly traces the shell of his ear. Unsurprisingly sensitive. Follo had bet with you on it.

His hands have finally landed, tentatively, on Follo's arms which hold him in place, before relaxing as he does into the kiss.

The soft kiss continues a moment, you can't help but smile watching them kiss, just the quiet sounds of their lips moving you can hear so close. Happy, content, giddy and a little bit horny.

Zanka is absolutely certain that Follo can feel his heart racing being pressed so close together.

Somehow he finds himself more relaxed when it stops, heart thrumming like he's in danger but the yearner in him wants to just melt.

Held between both you at his back, and Follo pressed to his chest in a sturdy and sure embrace.

He's trying to catch his breath as Follo pulls back, just a little, enough to rub the tip of his nose to Zanka's. It makes him jolt, somehow more surprised by that soft and sudden action on top of it all, and causing you to chuckle behind him.

May the Ground swallow him up immediately.

The fiery attitude in him tries to spark, give him a comment and a out to the situation so he can flee, process this later, alone, but it just wont catch. A warm fuzziness still floats in his head and either butterflies (unlikely), or his breakfast acting up (more logical.).

But your hands smooth over his shoulders before he can fight it, and Follo's lips press to his cheek. Sweet and far more chaste than the rest of this has been. You're far too in sync, and against him.

"Calm down Zanka, no need to get freaked out with us. You just looked too cute not to." You murmur, one hand lightly trailing down his arm and resting your hand over the back of his, lacing your fingers together.

"We wanted to ask you something too, and maybe kiss some more if you're good with that?" Follo has the decency to look a bit bashful when he speaks at least, he doesn't think he could handle 'bold Follo' on top of all this without crashing.

But still, Follo's hand moves to lace with his, the one you're already locked with, fingers through his and still locked into yours as well and thoroughly enwrap his hand, too.

A kind of soft that Zanka's really not sure is ever meant to touch him.

"What are you two even talking about?" His voice is rough, but lacks any bite. More tentative and quiet.

"Ain't it been obvious?" You've tried. Really, you and Follo have tried to make it obvious.

Follo lifts your hands, squeezing to his palm lightly, and in the tangle he does so back, almost involuntarily. Just automatic response, he reasons, eyeing the mess.

"We want you to date us too, what'dya say?" Follo grins, eyes shut and smile bright like Zanka's heart didn't stop.

"Ehh?!" Man, lock the hell in.

[pengky]

FolloZan WIP

The eyes of a yearning man