How did they even get to… doing this? Let’s backtrack. Hinata was staying the night because he had begged Ryuu to the point that if he said no, he was practically committing a crime because of how excited Hinata was. Of course he wasn’t going to say no in the first place, but he was cautious. He didn’t want to have Hinata see his messy room or any old clothes left out. Why? Because he’s a good senpai. And a good senpai let’s his kouhai sit in his lap if he wants. And play with his hair….
Does a good senpai let his kouhai makeout with him out of no where?
Well, it was too late to question that, for Hinata’s tongue had already slid over his bottom lip and pressed against his own. Whoa, when did his mouth open into the kiss? Ryuu was way too far back, way too confused for whatever was happening. Hinata was just… fucking french kissing the living hell out of him. And he wasn’t very good at it. Ryuu’s hands shakily met the ginger’s hips, squeezing them carefully before parting his lips away, panting and looking at the younger with shock.
he hadn’t exactly meant to make out with tanaka, per se, although he had intended to put some moves on him, maybe try to hold his hand, or rest his head on his shoulder. but then, tanaka let him move closer, and started playing with his hair, and almost in an instant it was like the movie playing in the background faded into nothingness and the only thing that mattered was the distance between their lips, which hinata made quick work to destroy.
one kiss, that’s all he meant for-- but, oh, tanaka’s lips just felt so good on his own, his hands grounding hinata as they gripped his hips, the redhead’s own hands winding up to wrap around the older male’s shoulders as he panted desperately against his lips. tanaka’s words had him blushing, head ducking just slightly and tucking against the side of ryuu’s neck while he tried to catch his breath, fingers rubbing idly at the base of his neck.
“i... i didn’t-- i mean, i-...” he started, swallowing roughly and sighing, nosing against the crook of ryuu’s neck, trying not to take note of how intimate the position was, with hinata in his lap, tanaka’s hands on hinata’s hips and hinata’s own hands wrapped around him.
“i kind of.... got lost in it? does that- um, make sense?”
