035 – Your Lips…
The first time they kissed, Daisuke's lips were chapped.
Cracked from the wind, Takeru had noted, tender flesh split into open, little wounds.
Daisuke was sweaty, brown hair drooping and sticking unpleasantly to his forehead. His hands were sweaty too, Takeru thought, as he felt clammy fingers grasping at the exposed flesh between his jeans and his shirt.
It wasn't exactly how he'd imagined his first kiss, no fireworks, no sparkles, no twittering birds or singing frogs.
Instead, it was rather awkward…cracked and sweaty. Three words that summed up Daisuke quite nicely.
Next up: 036 - Sexual Healing