Colonnello closes the door behind him, and raises his eyebrow at Skull looking straight at him from upstairs, standing behind the stairs railing on the stairs platform. He's been waiting for him? Well, that's new. And foreboding. Interesting.

Colonnello watches him climb down the stairs, staying at the door, not about to help Skull get to him any faster, who knows what he's even up to. He looks calm though, still composed, though he stalks forwards decidedly, full of purposeful intent. He looks angry too all calm that he is, but as he comes closer and closer, it looks more like frustration, or maybe irritation.

What, first embarrassment, then faking to be over it, and now anger? Is the guy really going through the five stages of grief over a kiss and some teasing about it? Because Colonnello can't think of anything else this might be about, and he has to swallow back his laughter at the thought of it.

So what, does Skull plan to beat him up or something and call it even? Because that'd be hilarious. But if it's really the case, Colonnello sure hopes he knows he's going to beat him up right back too.

Colonnello waits for them to be face to face to open his mouth, not in the least impressed or intimidated, a lazy grin on his face. "Hi—"

Skull grabs him by his jacket, pulling him down, and crashes his lips against his like it's the last thing he'll ever do.

Colonnello grabs Skull's wrists in a vice-like grip, but upon realizing it's not that kind of threat, loosens his grip. As soon as he does Skull moves his hands from his jacket to thread his fingers and curl them in his hair, pining him against the door with his body.

Skull's lips are just as he remembered them, soft and smooth and yielding, but something new entirely all the same, and it gives him whiplash, makes electricity runs up his spine. Skull's lips are hot and demanding, pressing hard against his, moving against them like he wants to leave his mark there, to brand the feel of his lips in them. He bites his lip hard, sinking his teeth in them until it hurts, and he groans at the pain that's like oil to the fire in his stomach. Skull soothingly licks his lip then, and he moans in his mouth, unbidden.

Skull takes the opportunity to put his tongue in his mouth, and Colonnello holds him closer, urging him for more, doesn't remember holding onto his waist or closing his eyes. He kisses him back with the same sheer abandon that's spurring Skull on, but doesn't try to take over the kiss, Skull holding tighter onto his hair in warning when he tried before just to see his reaction. This is punishment, and the thought makes him shiver, makes him week in the knees, a little, makes him so fucking weak, he—

Skull's relentless with his tongue and lips and teeth, fierce and messy but still so good, and Colonnello's hot, hot, hot, fire in his lungs and scorching his skin and searing him from the inside out. He thinks nothing of the fact Skull grips his hair even harder, more than enough to hurt, the pain pleasantly spreading down his neck and spine, but then he pulls, and Colonnello will never admit to the loud, wanton noise that escapes his mouth.

They break apart in a wet noise, sounding absolutely filthy, gasping for breath. Skull stays close, watching him critically, flicking his eyes across his face. He seems satisfied with whatever he sees, a smirk pulling at his lips, and he steps back, letting his hands fall away from him.

Meanwhile, truth be told, Colonnello's hard-pressed to catch his breath, let alone to find his voice again. He feels like bursting out laughing, because what even the hell just happened?

"Hi," Skull is the first to say, looking and sounding impossibly smug, his arms crossed on his chest. "I can be annoyed by you too, just to be clear. In fact, you're a jerk and an asshole, so you're plenty annoying yourself on a daily basis, don't flatter yourself."

Colonnello laughs then, or tries to, but he's still breathless and it doesn't sound like much. "Skull, what? I literally didn't have the time to do anything."

"You've been plenty annoying before," Skull dismisses easily.

"Skull, what the fuck?"

Skull grins, like it's the one question he was waiting for. He steps close again, close enough to breathe on his lips, looking him straight in the eye. "Your turn to figure it out, Colonnello-sempai."

A/N: I'm honestly not sure what tongues do once in someone else's mouth lol. But anyway, Skull said "two can play at this game, just try me", and Colonnello sure as hell isn't about to complain about it.

Also how you do you guys even bear to write smut? ? That could never be me, just writing heated kisses makes me blush and whatnot lol.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Any and all review are appreciated.

Thank you for reading!

- Hope