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They were at some house party, none of that mattered now. Kusou had been looped into some party game, spin the bottle or something, and he had been rigging it by keeping the bottle from landing on him with telekinesis until Nendo, the big lovable creature, had noticed Kusou hadn’t been picked yet and grabbed Aren’s hand when spinning the bottle and pointed it at Kusuo and clapped.
“It’s finally buddy’s turn!”
The others had laughed, Hairo even congratulating Nendo on noticing Kusou was left out.
Honestly.
This is how he wound up in a closet, inches away from Aren’s blushing face.
“I’m not gonna do anything homie, I wouldn’t make you uncomfortable like that.”
Kusou rolled his eyes, knowing Aren’s thoughts were just the opposite - he couldn’t believe his fortune to end up with Kusou for this *special* moment.
“I’ve never kissed anyone before,” Kusou admitted quietly. It sounded like a miserable thing to do honestly, but Aren smelled nice and he knew he wouldn’t hurt him. He didn’t want his first kiss to be with someone he actually liked because god forbid he didn’t like kissing and didn’t know in advance. “Want to be my first?” Kusou leaned in, their breaths mingling. He giggled cutely, trying to appear playful and likable like the girls Kaido always fantasized about.
Aren found his hands on Kusou’s sides, holding his waist, “you like me or something?” he teased. He rubbed his thumbs in a circle against Kusou’s sides, making Kusou’s face heat up.
“Just thinking it'd be a good first kiss story.”
“Mm. Okay homes, I'll be a good first.”
Kusou took a deep breath and leaned in, pressing their lips together.
Aren’s lips were soft against his and it sent electric tingles down his spine. Kusou gripped Aren's shirt, pulling him closer. One of Aren’s hands navigated to Kusou’s lower back, pulling him in.
Aren swiped his tongue over Kusou’s lips and he shivered. Aren was an expert, nibbling and sucking at Kusou's lips.
Kusou was consumed by it. His mind was completely lost to the feeling of Aren against his lips and his hands gripping at his back and side. Kusou slid his arms around Aren’s neck like he often saw couples do, his fingers intertwining in the hair on the back of Arens neck.
Aren groaned in Kusou’s mouth so softly Kusou almost thought he imagined it. Aren shifted his leg to press in between Kusou's, spreading them. He slowly pushed Kusou against the closet wall, grinding his knee against Kusou's crotch. Kusou could feel his heart pound in his ears.
Their tongues were fully in each other's mouths, quiet kissing noises echoing in the tiny closet. Kusou almost squeaked when Aren’s hand moved from his waist to his ass and gently squeezed.
The seven minute alarm on Kaidou’s phone snapped the two of them out of their trance.
Kusou's heart was racing as he pushed Aren away, straightening his clothes. For the first time in his life he felt out of breath. It felt incredible.
He was such a greedy person for wanting more. And perhaps Aren was too because he was just as lost in thought about their incredibly passionate kiss.
The duo walked out the closet flushed.
I want him to be my second kiss too . Kusou caught himself thinking. He wasn't sure he could ever see Aren the same, some desire in him for more now wide awake.