Makeouts and rating change! Smut in the future guyssss.

After Gold and Silver worked out their mutual feelings for each other, Gold found that Silver enjoyed being touched very much.

It was like a switch went off. Silver had become more initiative in their relationship, planting more than a few kisses on Gold's lips during their daily activities. Sometimes he would brush Gold's hand in public and glare down anyone who made a face. They were frequent fleeting touches, lasting no more than a few seconds. He became… clingy and possessive, more or less. The Hatcher didn't miss the way Silver got antsy when Buena or Whitney stopped by.

Gold liked it a lot.

He reasoned it had something to do with Silver's childhood. From what he could scavenge about his past, the redhead had been deprived of human contact other than Blue for most of his early years. Gold didn't know how he survived. He couldn't imagine growing up without the soothing touch of his mother whenever he scraped his knee. So now Silver was releasing years of physical frustration on Gold without remorse while managing to keep his pride, it was rather impressive.

Gold was currently being getting his mouth devoured in what he thinks is Silver's way of ravaging him. He barely got through the door of his apartment after working when he was dragged into a crushing kiss by a gloved hand. It was clumsy and full of teeth and Gold had the feeling Silver didn't know what the fuck he was doing. They were only officially together for a week and had never gone past chaste pecks because Gold really wanted to take it slow and not screw up, being considerate for once in his life. Silver was impatient and had other plans, apparently.

"Slow down, Silv," Gold gets out, pushing him away. Silver looks extremely annoyed and flushed. "Do you even know what you're doing?"

Silver huffs. Gold knows that's an obvious hell no.

"Well then lemme show you," Gold offers with a sly grin. "I do have experience with this kinda stuff, unlike you." Before Silver can muster a heated glare he pulls the redhead back close to him, chests pressed together through their jackets. Gold hears Silver sharply inhale. This was the closest they've been without trying to kill each other and Gold had to wonder what prompted Silver to take this step now.

But that could come later.

Gold guides Silver's gloved hands to his waist as he rests his own on the Exchanger's shoulders. Silver hesitantly grips his hips, the most awkward look appearing on his face as he has to lift his chin a bit to meet Gold's eyes. Gold never realized it but he was totally taller than Silver. It made him grin. "First step, proper kissing positions. This one's the simplest, thought you'd have a hard time catching on if it was anything more advanced."

Silver growls at the jab, squeezing Gold's hips painfully. Gold just laughs and shakes his hat off, pressing their foreheads together and Silver starts. "Next step," Gold continues in a low voice, observing the way Silver's grey eyes are unwavering. "You actually kiss." He trails his hands up Silver's neck and tilts his jaw slightly to mesh their mouths together. It was way better than Silver's sad excuse for a kiss.

Gold starts to move his lips slowly, encouraging Silver to the same. Silver doesn't catch on and Gold feels like he's mouthing a dead fish. He pulls away slightly, feeling Silver's irritated glare. "You gotta do some of the work too, Silv. And close your eyes, its freaky to keep them open." Gold attempts to kiss him once more, silencing any protests. Silver instantly moves his lips along and shuts his eyes, hands moving from Gold's waist to clutch his back.

Finally.

The proper kiss feels better than Gold could have imagined. His body is tingling from the heat and he presses against Silver, making him backpedal against the wall. Silver doesn't seem to care, he just clutches Gold harder and groans. The Hatcher slides a hand up Silver's neck to cup his head and all he can think about is why the fuck is Silver's hair softer when they use the same shampoo. The redhead makes an odd sound and Gold runs his hand along his scalp, invoking another groan.

His lungs start aching and Gold reluctantly pulls away with a gasp, hearing Silver do the same. He tilts his head back to look at his handiwork and grins deviously. Silver his flushed and panting and holding onto him almost for dear life and Gold can't take it anymore. He locks lips again roughly, holding Silver's head in place as flicks out his tongue against Silver's lower lip. Silver parts his lips in surprise and Gold dives in, wet muscle tracing the inside of his mouth.

Gold was not expecting Silver to keen and writhe. If he wasn't turned on then he was definitely hard now. Pressing his hips close, he felt he wasn't the only one. Silver jolted and engaged his own tongue, not wanting to be outdone. He shoved past Gold's and into his mouth, attempting to copy the treatment of his own mouth. Gold thought it was one of the worst French kisses he had ever experienced. Silver just wiggled his tongue around with no purpose and Gold felt saliva start to trickle out. But then Silver bucked his hips and if he kept doing that Gold didn't think he could stop.

Gold reluctantly breaks the kiss with a wet smack. Silver just blinks at him in a daze, arms falling from his back to his hips. "H-hey, we need to stop," Gold croaks out, wiping the trail of drool from his chin. "It's only been a week, you're not ready for anything further." It pained Gold so much to say that but he really didn't want to hurt Silver. He'd rather bear the strain in his pants.

"Don't tell me what to do!" Silver snaps as much as he can with a red face, glossy eyes and trembling body. Gold was impressed that he got himself together so quickly. "I'm not weak." He grabs Gold's face and initiates another kiss but Gold keeps his mouth firmly shut. Gold really had to applaud his self-restraint against that hot probing tongue, it was hard.

Silver hisses and pulls away. Gold gives him an apologetic smile. "You're not weak," he says, untangling himself from Silver's body and regretting it with every fiber of his being. I just don't want to hurt you was left unsaid. The Exchanger looked pissed and Gold just pecked him on his lips. "Be patient."

"That's rich, coming from you." Silver was not amused.

"Oh stop pouting." Gold was very amused.

Silver just snorts and settles on the couch, visibly drained from their kissing.

"If it helps, you were fucking hot," Gold offers cheekily, forgetting what happened that resulted in their first kiss for a split second. But instead of freaking out again, Silver throws a pillow at him. Gold gladly takes it in the face.