Rating: K+ for mildly suggestive themes
"Oi, Okumura," Suguro frowned, eyeballing his reflection in the window. "That popsicle ya had earlier made my mouth red."
"You weren't complaining when your tongue was down my throat," Rin muttered before dodging a swipe at his head.
"Ain't the point," the other growled. "You're the one who came outta nowhere and started it."
"You could'a stopped me."
Suguro snorted. "And why the hell would I do somethin' like that?"
"Why're you complaining then?" Rin shot back, arms crossed.
"I don't want that witch sayin' anythin' 'bout it," Suguro groused, scowling, "and I gotta feelin' that Shima's gonna say somethin' stupid."
"Maa, who cares what they say," Rin's tail sought refuge about Suguro's waist, tugging for the other to come closer, "ya like kissing me, right?"
"Who says I don't?" Suguro's reluctant smile came to play as he conceded to both the pull and Rin's words. "Alright. Y' got me. C'mere, Okumura."
To Rin's delight, Suguro's lips were as sweet as they were red.