"Hey."
"My name still isn't hey," Watanuki said.
"Can I ask you something?"
Watanuki paused on his well-work route to the kitchen. Recently, Dōmeki had begun following him there and learning how to cook.
"Since when do you ask permission?"
"Then I won't ask," Dōmeki said. "Hold still."
Watanuki tried to ask what he was doing, but there was no time to react, because Dōmeki had pined his arms to the wall.
"What—"
He was cut off by another mouth covering his own. He made a surprised noise and struggled for a moment, then gave up. Dōmeki was holding him bodily against the wall. Watanuki semi-unintentionally parted his lips and allowed Dōmeki control. His kimono began slipping off his shoulders and he mewled involuntarily.
After a moment that seemed like an hour, Dōmeki let Watanuki up. They stood in silence for a few moments, then Watanuki spoke.
"What the hell was that?" he asked, adjusting his kimono and glasses. His voice sounded slightly annoyed, but he was blushing furiously.
Dōmeki shrugged. "We've both wanted to do that for a while."
"I... Uh, we should make dinner," Watanuki said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Yeah," replied Dōmeki simply.