theme #32- nineteen
Their first kiss had been in a Ferris wheel. It had been gentle and soft and chaste. A mere brushing of lips.
The second one was the same night. Hiro had leaned down and had kissed Suguru good night. The younger boy had flushed, stuttered out a good night, and walked into his house. Hiro felt great.
Their third kiss was the next day. Shuichi had spilled a can of pop in the conference room and had soaked Suguru's music sheets. The keyboardist had looked crushed. Shuichi had apologized many many times but still, Suguru had looked ready to cry- rare but true. Hiro had brushed a kiss over the other's lips, said that they could take a day or two to rewrite the sheets.
Kisses four through twelve were in succession. He had dragged Suguru away for a moment and…Mmmm. They both left with grins on their faces.
Kisses thirteen through eighteen were small, random good night/good morning/good bye kisses. Most of them quick, chaste peck on the lips.
But kiss nineteen…oh, kiss nineteen. The first kiss that Suguru started. It had been a long day at work and Hiro gave Suguru a ride back to the younger boy's house. Suguru had looked down and had blushed. Then he had curled his arms around Hiro's neck (one hand threaded in his hair, the other holding his wrist, making sure they would stay there), lifted himself on his tiptoes and quietly pressed his lips to Hiro's. It was soft and simple. Similar to their first kiss. But Hiro loved it. Suguru had started it! Hiro didn't do anything drastic like sweep Suguru off his feet- literally. He just pressed back and felt Suguru's smile against his lips.