They inched closer. Ryū felt an even breath ghost over his lips, he caught a whiff of faint oakmoss scent. Miyamura slowly rose from his chair while Ryū leaned over the desk, lips parting of their own accord, he let his hands rest on the desk for support as Miyamura's arms encircled him and pulled him into their kiss.

It was soft, sweet, and all the while Miyamura kept holding him.

Ryū thought he felt the other man's hands run down his back, trailing tender touches over his T-shirt... no, that was just his own mind playing tricks on him. The kiss... it lasted longer than needed, raising delicious friction between their lips. He let his eyes flutter open, and stared at what he could see of Miyamura's face. Ryū strained his eyes, blinking rapidly... no way.

The face he saw was at peace, like a calm ocean untethered by wind, the hands that held him, held him softly, they didn't pull him or push him away, they were barely there, light touches.

He pulled back. Miyamura let him go and sat back in his chair, folding his hands in his lap.

You enjoyed it a little too much this time, ~ a soft male voice said inside his head. Along with that, a massive headache assaulted his brain. He lowered his head and rubbed his forehead, then looked up at Miyamura and glared.

"Well what do you expect me to do when you rub my back like that?" he shouted.

Miyamura covered his mouth like a naughty schoolgirl. "Oh... you found me out?"

Ryū let go of his throbbing temples, dropping his arms. His hands balled to fists at his sides.

"How can I not?" he said, pulling a horrified and disgusted face. "I can practically see all your thoughts - they're projected violently into my brain!"

Quiet ~ someone might hear.

"I don't care!" Taking some steps forward, Ryū leaned over the desk again and pulled Miyamura in close by his tie. "Those thoughts you are having of me in Shiraishi's body and you in Ito's are just plain wrong," he hissed into the other man's face. "It's perverted and awful, you can't abuse their bodies that way."

Still haven't mastered the telepathy technique, I see.

Ryū narrowed his eyes, peering at his friend's face through his lashes. ~ Oh, don't worry about me, I have.

Miyamura blinked, he looked like a lost little child that moment... or maybe, like a girl? Ryū pushed that thought away.

Too late. Miyamura grinned at him. ~ If you're so adamantly against it, we could keep Ito and Shiraishi's bodies out of this. ~ Miyamura's gaze dropped down to Ryū's lips. ~ Kiss me.

Ryū felt his frown deepen, his headache got worse. ~ Idiot, if I do that, we won't have this telepathic link.

Miyamura brought a hand up to Ryū's head... Ryū eyed it warily.

What are you doing?

All thought left Ryū's mind when that hand started slowly massaging his hair. Miyamura's fingers slid into his neck hairs and softly twirled them around. His headache slowly ebbed away and made place for a light, tingling sensation that was both savory and sour, both bitter and sweet.

Kiss me somewhere else, ~ went through his mind, and he responded.

Author's Note:

Short drabble, practice writing kissing scenes... :) especially BL kiss scenes. And because I like this pairing but can't come up with a longer story for these two at the moment.