On the neat, flat sheets, Zeroro quivered anxiously as his older companion closed and locked the door behind him, dimming the lights slightly and joining the blue frog on the bed. Giroro hadn't told him a reason for bringing him in there, but it didn't really take a genius to work it out.

"G-Giroro…" Zeroro breathed, his arms pressed tightly to his chest, his eye's looking anywhere that wasn't Giroro. But of course; this was the belligerent frog's room, so it wasn't an easy feat.

The red frog reached up and softly gripped on to the younger frogs arms with a gentleness he shouldn't have been capable of. Slowly, he slid his hands down, prompting Dororo to unfurl them, making it easier for Giroro to take his hands.

"Zeroro, I…"

The young soldier stopped himself, instead pulling on the arms he had in his grasp, causing the assassin in training to lean into him. He buried his face into Zeroro's neck, but did nothing else until Zeroro made a small, confused sound.

At this, he moved his hands back and placed them gently but firmly onto the younger frog's hips and sunk his teeth into his neck slowly. Zeroro squeaked quietly but didn't move. He didn't have to; Giroro was lifting him onto his lap.

"Giroro I can't" he stated breathlessly, afraid of what may come.

"Then we won't" Giroro replied simply, rubbing his companions hips with his thumbs, lightly massaging them. He licked at the place he had bitten as the other frog wriggled slightly on top of him. Zeroro wanted to question where these intimate gestures had come from, but he found himself unable to properly vocalise these thoughts, his breath catching at every touch he received from the older frog.

Giroro eventually came away from the neck of his companion, swiftly undoing the knot at the base of his neck, whipping away the fabric effortlessly. He held Zeroro's naked face in his hands, gazing deeply into his pastille blue eyes as if searching for something within them, before eventually pulling the younger frog into a heated kiss, his tongue pushing through his lips and brushing with his companion's, causing the blue frog to moan slightly into it.

Reaching out shakily, Dororo clamped his arms around Giroro's shoulders and deepened the kiss himself, finally allowing himself to get into it.

The red frog moved his hands from Zeroro's hips to his back, pulling him as close as he could manage as he deepened the kiss. He wished he could go further, but there was no way he'd do that to Zeroro. He was terrified at the thought of hurting him, and if Zeroro wasn't ready, he'd wait until he was.

They separated for a desperate breath of air before continuing, the two of them becoming dizzy in the heat of the moment. Zeroro didn't know exactly what he wanted to happen next, but he knew he wanted Giroro to continue what he was doing.

All too soon, it seemed, the two young frogs separated again, Giroro once again cradling the blue frogs face in his powerful hands.

"Giroro… w-why…?" Dororo asked, still none the wiser as to why the older frog would spontaneously drag him into his room and make out with him like that.

"I felt awkward about confessing in the conventional way" Giroro replied, smirking at his own strangeness.

Dororo simply slapped him lightly, though the smile on his face told Giroro he was anything but mad.