The car was quiet except for the faint hum of the engine. Dino licked his ice cream absentmindedly, watching as Hibari took slow, deliberate bites of his own. The cold treat melted against his tongue, sweet and soft.
Somewhere between stolen glances and the warmth of the night, Dino wasn't sure how it happened—how the ice cream was forgotten, how Hibari's lips replaced the sweetness on his tongue.
The kiss was messy, desperate, a little too eager.
Dino barely had time to think before Hibari pulled away, licking his lips.
"…You taste like vanilla," Hibari murmured.
Dino swallowed hard.