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"I want to kiss you. Like, I really want to kiss you. Right now!" Kim said, dragging his words in a way that made Kenta frown, trying to understand his boyfriend’s slurred speech.
"You're very drunk." Kenta said, a fond smile on his face.
"I'm not." Kim shook his head from side to side several times, exaggerating the movement to try to convince Kenta that he was completely wrong. The action was way too over-the-top.
"You are." Kenta raised an eyebrow, his smile turning teasing. "And you were the one who said that consent is extremely important, and that we shouldn’t do anything with each other unless we’re 100% sure the other person is conscious and able to consent."
Kim scrunched up his nose, tilting his head to the side, still staring at Kenta.
"I said that? Oh… yeah. I did. That’s true. But we’re dating, right? We kiss all the time. Why wouldn’t I be able to consent? If I don’t kiss you, my boyfriend, who am I supposed to kiss then? Pete?"
Kenta burst out laughing, shaking his head. "Why Pete? Why him, of all people?"
Kim shrugged, lips pushed into a dramatic pout, wearing the most petulant expression. "I don’t know. You’ve already kissed him. And now you won’t kiss me! It’s like you like him more than you like me." His tone was heartbreakingly dramatic.
"That’s not true." Kenta ran a hand through Kim’s messy hair, fixing a strand that had fallen over his eyes. "I only kissed Pete once. It didn’t mean anything. And, more importantly, he was sober."
"I'm sober too." Kim shot back, pouting again.
Kenta pretended to think about it, looking at him sideways. Kim nodded eagerly, waiting for his boyfriend to agree.
"Are you really?" Kenta teased.
"Yes!" Kim beamed.
"Then prove it."
Kim forced himself to sit up in bed, stumbling a little as he pushed his hands against the mattress for balance. When his feet finally touched the floor, he let his arms drop to his sides and took a few wobbly steps forward. Kenta stayed close, watching, ready to catch him if he lost his balance.
"See? I’m perfectly sober." Kim grinned proudly, turning to Kenta.
"I can see that." Kenta crossed his arms, a playful smile on his lips. "Then you can also answer perfectly what’s three times seven, right? Just to be sure."
Kim furrowed his brow, concentrating hard.
"Twenty something. Twenty-three, maybe." He huffed, trying to remember. "Wait. It’d be way easier if it were seven times three! It’s twenty-four. No. Twenty-one." He started counting on his fingers, clumsily. "Yeah, twenty-one. Kiss now?"
Kenta chuckled, holding back a laugh. "One more to be 100% sure." He laughed at the disappointed face Kim made. "What comes after J in the alphabet?"
Kim groaned, rolling his eyes, mumbling that he just wanted a kiss and not to answer dumb school questions. Still, he started singing the alphabet song, slowly, stumbling, stopping, starting over. He got stuck at C, then started over. Then mixed up G and H, huffed, and restarted again. He got confused with the letters a few more times, getting slightly frustrated, but kept going.
When he finally got it right, he clapped for himself, all proud. "The answer is K. K for Kenta." He beamed at the realization.
"And for Kim too." Kenta nodded, and Kim’s smile outshone the stars.
Kenta motioned for him to come closer, his heart beating faster at how cute his boyfriend was being.
Kim wobbled back toward the bed. He sat on the edge, his lips now almost at the same level as Kenta’s. "Kiss now?"
"Sorry, baby. Drink some water first." Kenta grabbed a full glass from the desk and handed it to him.
Kim huffed, took the glass, muttered something about how unfair Kenta was being, but drank the whole thing.
"You're not being fair." He grumbled.
"Totally unfair, right? I must be the worst boyfriend in the whole world." Kenta teased, faking a sad expression.
Kim immediately shook his head, eyes wide. "No, you’re not."
"No?" Kenta looked at him (falsely) hopeful.
"No. You’re the best boyfriend in the world." Kim said firmly, placing the empty glass back on the desk.
Then, a bit clumsily, he threw himself into Kenta’s arms. The hug was a little crooked, but Kenta welcomed him anyway, not caring about the mess.
"The best, huh?" Kenta laughed, brushing Kim’s bangs off his eyes and onto his forehead, deciding to stop teasing.
"Yup. Even though you kissed Pete, you’re still the best." Kim made a funny face, like he always did when remembering that kiss, but snuggled even more into the hug. "The best of them all."
Kenta smiled, looking into Kim’s eyes with a serious but tender gaze. "What does it matter if I kissed Pete once? What really matters is that ever since I kissed you for the first time, I knew I didn’t want to kiss anyone else."
Kim nearly melted. He got shy, rubbing his face against Kenta’s chest a few times before lifting his head again, his cheeks bright red.
Kenta ran his fingers through Kim’s messy hair, smiling at the adorable sight in front of him.
"Okay. You still want that kiss?" Kenta asked, even though he already knew the answer.
"Please." Kim replied without hesitation.
Finally, Kenta leaned in and kissed him softly and gently on the lips. Exactly the way Kim deserved.
Kim let out a contented sigh, humming as he rested his face against Kenta’s neck. "I love kissing you."
"I know. I love kissing you too." Kenta smiled, pulling Kim to lie against his chest, comfortable.
"And I love you."
"I love you too."
"Even though you already loved Pete, I still love you."
"Kim!"
"What? It’s true." Kim yawned, closing his eyes.
"You’re unbelievable." Kenta whispered, as Kim already seemed to drift off. "And you’re the best too, baby."
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Kenta was almost certain Kim had fallen asleep. His body was draped over him, breathing calm and heavy against his neck. But Kenta still couldn’t close his eyes. Not when his brain was stuck on how ridiculously cute his boyfriend was.
He sighed, chuckling softly. He raised a hand and began tracing random shapes on Kim’s back with his fingertips. Loving Kim like this was so easy. Even when he said the most absurd things. Or maybe… especially because of that.
"Pete..." he murmured, almost without realizing, just to himself. "Only you would think I could feel anything for him after you."
Kim shifted his leg a little and let out a sleepy groan.
"Hey, it’s okay. Go back to sleep." Kenta whispered, kissing the top of his head lightly. Kim relaxed again.
There were a few quiet minutes. Kenta truly believed he’d finally dozed off for real. But then, out of nowhere:
"I'm better than Pete, right?"
Kenta let out a laugh. "I thought you were asleep."
"I never really sleep while you’re still awake." Kim mumbled, his voice muffled against Kenta’s chest.
"That doesn’t even make sense."
"Yes, it does. Because… what if you decide to run away while I’m sleeping?"
Kenta couldn’t help laughing again. "Run away? Me? From you?"
Kim lifted his head slightly, eyes half-open, still sleepy but dramatically serious. "You have run from me before, when I tried to kiss you."
"Because you were drunk."
"But I’m sober now!" He sat up abruptly, his hair still messy, bangs sticking to his forehead in a way that made him look like a mix between adorable and chaotic.
"Kim… you just woke up out of nowhere and asked me if you’re better than Pete. You’re clearly still drunk."
"But I drank water! A whole glass!" He spread his arms wide like it was the strongest proof of sobriety in history. "And I got the math right! And the alphabet! And I kissed you! If I weren’t sober, you wouldn’t have let me!"
"That argument’s not as strong as you think it is."
Kim pouted. Then flopped backwards, rolling onto his back and taking up half the bed.
Kenta watched, amused.
"You’re hogging the bed, you know?"
"It’s my right. I’ve been rejected, humiliated, forced to take math and Portuguese quizzes in the middle of the night, and I was forced to drink water. I should be getting a back massage right now."
"Wow!" Kenta said, pretending to be impressed. "Such a victim."
"I am the victim!" Kim turned on his side, squinting at him. "You’ve already kissed me today, but you know what you haven’t done?"
"Hmm… More math problems?"
"Told me I’m pretty."
Kenta laughed, covering his face with one hand.
"You’re pretty, Kim."
"Hmm. That’s it? So dry?"
"Really damn pretty. Hot too."
Kim chuckled, closing his eyes for a moment, clearly satisfied.
"Okay, you redeemed yourself a little."
"A little?"
Kim rolled back over to Kenta’s side and curled up on top of him again.
"You know..." He began, once more in a soft voice. "I really like when you take care of me."
Kenta looked at him, surprised by the sudden honesty.
"You’re the sweetest."
Kenta smiled, playing with his hair again. "Silly."
"Your silly one."
"I won’t argue with that."
Kim giggled, gave Kenta’s shoulder a small playful bite, then snuggled in even closer.
"You’re so warm."
"You’re using me as a human pillow."
"You’re the best pillow I’ve ever had."
Kenta kept running his fingers through Kim’s hair, enjoying the moment. He liked it when Kim got like this. Calmer. More vulnerable.
"You really meant it, when you said you didn’t want to kiss anyone else after you kissed me for the first time?"
"Totally."
"Was it really that important?"
"Kim..." Kenta looked at him, eyes serious for a moment. "It was one of the most important moments of my life."
Kim stopped moving. Went quiet.
After a moment, he whispered softly:
"It was for me too."
"I know." Kenta whispered back sincerely, and then silence fell between them for a little while.
"Can I get another kiss?" Kim asked gently.
Kenta smiled and nodded slowly. Then leaned in and kissed him again. This time the kiss was slower, longer. Still soft, but full of a sweetness loaded with promises neither of them needed to say out loud.
When they pulled away, Kim still had his eyes closed.
"That was really good." Kim said happily, snuggling against him again.
"Now get some real sleep, baby."
"Okay. Okay." Kim closed his eyes, wrapping his arms tighter around Kenta. "But don’t run off to Pete when I fall asleep."
"I wouldn’t even dream of it." Kenta rolled his eyes and leaned down to kiss the top of his head.
"You better not." Kim muttered between yawns. "Goodnight, human pillow."
"Goodnight, my dramatic drunk."
"Yours. All yours."
Kenta laughed again and pulled him into a tighter hug, his heart warming up. It was impossible not to love Kim.