Together, they made a thunderstorm.
Antauri was the clouds in the sky. He simply floated by, coming and going without making a sound. One would have to pay attention to notice when he came and left. He made sure nothing within the team exploded from fire, but he made sure they didn't freeze. Their sadness was a quiet but noticeable one, like a light drizzle. Their anger always ran cold, like the harshest rainstorms. It wasn't often, but when it happened, Antauri was no longer the calmest cloud in that moment.
Chiro was the thunder and lightning. It didn't strike down nor did it create a boom at first, but it lingered. Its presence was known from the beginning. Every little spark that came through was joyful, passionate, the will to do what was right. When the lightning threatened to strike, when he was ready to fight someone for hurting his teammates, his family, that was when one knew they fucked up. It was the moment that they should back off before Chiro shocked them.
Combine them, and they were thunderclouds ready to create a storm. Their kisses were like a thunderstorm of emotions. A spark between them, a feeling of uncertainty and nervousness on Antauri's side while there was a feeling of ecstasy and serenity on Chiro's end. Both felt love and joy, even with the different emotions they had. The difference they felt was like someone watching a thunderstorm compared to someone being in one.
In the end, it was both beautiful and nerve-wracking. The only difference between thunderstorms and these kisses was that they were safe, there was no danger involved. The most danger that was there were the feelings deep inside them. Any storm would be their feelings, and Antauri was right in the middle of it.
They were sure Chiro was right next to him in that storm.