Summary: A collection of events that happened during Connections but weren't covered in the fic due to POV restrictions.
Note: The parts will be written at random according to my mood, so they're not posted in a chronological order. There is no specific posting schedule for this farther than an update every Sunday if there is a chapter written. If not, well… guess we'll have to wait for it…
This chapter is set in December, after the PT steal Shido's heart but before his confession.
Have some shuake ^^
Warnings: Kissing (Yeah I Did It Again), Author's Kinks Are Showing, Shameless Self-Indulgence, Matching Under-Eyes Bags.
Disclaimer: Don't own P5.
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When Goro entered Leblanc, it was nearing closing time.
"The kid's upstairs," Sojiro informed him as he moved around the counter.
Goro smiled gratefully at him, "Thank you, Boss."
"Tell him I'm closing up now."
"Okay."
Boss ushered him upstairs and he climbed to the attic.
"Boss is closing up, Akira."
Goro looked up at him from his phone, which he then put aside and smiled warmly at him, "Hey."
Goro's heart thudded in his chest, heat rising to his cheeks, "Hey, yourself." Goro walked over to the bed Akira was sitting on and leaned down, hands carding through Akira's hair as he pressed a gentle kiss to Akira's lips.
Akira tugged him to sit in front of him, and Goro complied, breaking the kiss momentarily to make himself comfortable.
Akira pulled him in for another kiss, and another, and another.
Goro chuckled and pulled back before the kiss escalated into something more heated.
"I don't think it's the appropriate time for that," Goro murmured, his hands going from Akira's hair to rest on the back of his neck and the side of his face.
Akira half-smiled, his intense stare sending Goro's blood boiling in his veins, hot with desire, but Goro persisted.
The two sat in silence backing in each other's presence, eyes tracung lines over faces, necks and shoulders.
"Hey, Akira," Goro whispered, his hands reaching into the sides of Akira's neck, right under his jaw, "May I?"
Akira merely tilted his head up in response, baring his neck.
Goro's fingers carefully tugged at the edges of the mask that seamlessly blended into Akira's neck. He pulled it until he peeled it off, showing Akira's actual face, stress lining it and lack of sleep leaving dark bags under his eyes.
In response, Akira reached for the pack of wipes he kept close and tugged Goro's face closer to him before he started removing the concealer Goro wore.
"We match," Goro scoffed, fingers tracing the edges of the bags under Akira's eyes.
"That, we do." Akira grabbed hold of one of Goro's hands, entwining their fingers together as they inched closer to each other.
Clumsily, they fumbled with Akira' bed, clearing it off before they let themselves succumb to the exhaustion and to curl up in bed, pressed close to each other, not letting go until they had to wake up.
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End