8: first kiss

The silence between the two was pleasant, more so than immortal could have imagined. Sitting comfortably on the couch with a book in his right hand, Luhan’s head resting peacefully upon his thigh, left hand playing with the latter’s soft strands, as he usually did. On the small table stood two cups of steaming, freshly made, tea. Untouched so far.The soft echo of jazz playing the the background caused the elder to hum softly as he flipped through the pages of the book at his usual pace, finishing every sheet within a matter of ten to twenty seconds, not even blinking in the process. as he reached the end of page four hundred and fifty-three, a number he memorized, he stopped, closed the book and placed it next to his cup on the table. 

He yawned, smacking his tongue against his palate as he stretched his arms out for a bit, rolling his shoulders up to stimulate his stiff muscles. Making sure not to move too much, afraid to cause the other discomfort. Green orbs trailed the slim frame, fingertips brushing over the warm complexion of the male’s cheek for a brief moment before returning to soft strands. Leon heaved a content sigh as he met the younger’s golden gaze, lips pressing into a thing line for a moment before he leaned back against the cushions for a while. 

“Popsicle." Luhan uttered, sitting up straight and shaking his head while he crinkled his nose. The elders eyes shot open, lifting his head a little from it’s tipped back position to glance at the male, lips curling into a faint grin. "Doll?" He almost mumbled, he as well shifting his position to sit properly. "Nothing." Leon rose a brow in disbelief, turning his head to look at the other properly, grasping for the male’s hand, giving it a light squeeze. "Are you sure about that?" He asked, tipping his head a little to the side. The younger male flashed him a smile and nodded, gazes locked by each other’s for several seconds and Leon could swear he heard Luhan’s heart skip a beat. 

Just as the younger was about to turn away, his free hand already brought forth to grasp for his cup, Leon grasped cupped his cheeks, thoughts flying through his mind in each and every direction as he leaned forward and pressed cold lips against warm ones. On impulse. He could feel the younger flinch, only to relax more and more as the seconds passed, and the same went for himself. Acting fast was what he always had done, and when the thought had hit him, the desire itself, he had acted on it within the span of three seconds, not thinking just… doing. It was easier that way, and this time, seemingly the most fitting option. 

As he pulled back he hummed once again, distance between the two of them still small as he let his forehead rest against the male’s own, hand skimming downwards to rest upon his shoulders. "Pardon me." He mumbled lowly, even though he wasn’t sorry at all. In return he received a smile as warm arms wrapped around his neck. "You have nothing to be sorry for, popsicle.”  The younger mumbled in return, a weak laugh slipping from his lips before soft tires were pressed together for a second time. 

Their tea, was never touched. 

—End.