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He had never met the man before the first exchange between them was of their lips. Strange, yet he seemed to meet people in the oddest way these days.
"Greetings, stranger." He said casually, stepping forward leisurely into the older man's personal space. A hand went up to furl around the rough material of the red coat, gripping the shoulder with a firm grasp. Leaning his face up to the General's, his tongue darted out and licked slightly at the edge of his lips.
--Apples? Or perhaps something similar?
A shrug moved his shoulders, and he leaned in regardless. His hand drifted from the guy's shoulder to the nape of his neck, sliding upwards in a firm grip to entangle his digits among the crimson locks. He tilted his head up to brush his lips against the other's, before finally locking their mouths together in a kiss. His tongue darted out to flicker gently along the edges of the man's lips, before Noel finally pulled back, a satisfied smirk on his face.
"--Third meeting would be a charm, right?"