Continued from here with @vampyrit
He should have known. Everything about this whole situation had screamed bad idea. He should never had gone along with this stupid game. Everything concerning Ritsu generally screamed bad idea. The wannabe vampire were as always up to no good.
A deep frown settled on Izumi’s face. Painting his features in a displeased light. His honour laying shattered on the ground as he found himself as the loosing party of their bet. Shooting the other a pointed glare, the words rolled off his tongue as a sharp warning: “Don’t you dare to anything weird.”
As the weight were dropped upon his lap, he didn’t dare feel relieved. Ritsu had managed to worm his way into his lap on multiple occasions already, despite many complaints, leaving it as a way too simple of a punishment. Attention instantly snapping to the nocturnal’s face at the touch to his cheek. This were getting far much into his personal space, and Izumi cursed how fast the heat spread in his cheeks. “Kuma-kun...”
The model didn’t get to utter another word. Brain short circuiting at the realisation of just how close Ritsu had gotten, and how effortlessly soft his lips were. Unfair. The touch felt so nice in the most horrible way. A part of him wanted to drown in this moment and let the other have his way. But the other more functional part took charge by planting both hands on Ritsu’s chest and pushing. Embarrassingly weakly. Creating only just enough room to cut off contact but still leaving them both to breath in the same space. Izumi’s face were beet red, and azure eyes dropped to desperately avoid crimson.
“You got what you wanted. That should be enough”