"What, you aren't so good on this."
A certain redhead laughed loudly at the man resting his head against one of the café table, getting a groan in response. On his side, a big cake pan showed traces of strawberry with chocolate, just like the empty bottles of vodka between the two.
"Shuddup, I ate more than you."
It was supposed to just be a pacific competition about who would be able to end an entire cake, and with Shizuo's taste for sweets, it was no doubt of who would win. Yet, when Chikage decided to turn it into a drinking competition too…
"Well, yeah, but lemme be happy for being better than you at something."
"Better? Like your punches?"
It was Shizuo's turn to raise his head, handsome features lightened up by the redness on his nose. He gave a dry, held chuckle, and the gang leader was too dizzy to complain nervously about that.
"Come on, there are a loooot of things I'm better than you at."
Shizuo's brown lifted with a defiant smile.
"Oh? I'm curious."
Chikage chuckled, sitting on the chair right next to his. He simply couldn't stop his smile, as if had heard something really funny, and approached as if was about to tell a secret—
But instead of the other's ear, Chikage's lips touched his.
The blond flinched for mere seconds before gladly returning the kiss. He strongly held the other's head, liking the fact Rokujo wouldn't complain about it— The younger man even let out a soft, pleasant sound, tilting head to slip a tongue inside his mouth. It brushed messily against Shizuo's, since he too, wanted to do the same, but soon the two found their own rhythm.
"See? I'm better at kissing than you."
The Toramaru's leader had the biggest smirk at saying that.
And the strongest man simply stared at his face, lightly biting the other's lip to kiss him again.
"You have some icing left here."