Chapter Text
It was a typical sleepover. Mitsuba was hogging the blankets, scrolling mindlessly on his phone. Kou was laying down, staring at the ceiling, blank eyed. He seemed asleep, though he was preoccupied with other thoughts instead.
“Hey, Mitsuba.”
The pink haired boy glanced up, his soft features illuminated by the faint phonelight. He shifted to turn Kou.
“What, Minamoto?”
“Have you ever— ugh.. nevermind.” Kou sighed, not meeting his eyes. He couldn’t glance away from his bare neck, his shirt slipping off his shoulder. “It’s stupid. Perverted, in your words.”
Mitsuba smirked, now curious. He shifted a bit closer, the slight sound of the sheets making Kou squeak.
“You can’t stop there, I’m curious now.” He whined, setting his phone on the bed. Kou rolled his eyes, running his hands through his short hair. Mitsuba scooted closer, his chest only a hand length from Kou’s. He found it amusing. Though, more of the fact of how bad he wanted to be close to the pissy exorcist.
“Spill it. I won’t call you perverted this once.” Mitsuba begged, tugging on his shirt. Kou hissed under his breath, pushing the other boy’s hand away. The faint touch of his fingers would be on his mind for weeks.
Kou held his breath, before asking, “Have you ever kissed anyone?”
“Huh?”
“You wanted to hear. Gonna answer or not?”
Mitsuba was flushed. Kou could see the pink in his cheeks from the moonlight seeping in the window. He clenched the blonde’s shirt, before letting go. Kou was equally embarrassed about the question.
“No! But why the hell would you even as—“ Kou shut him up with his finger, his touch lingering an extra second to take in the softness of his lips. He wondered what they would be like against him, all up on his body. Shut up. Wrong time.
“First off, quiet down. Second, I was just curious.” Kou hissed, brushing a stray strand of hair from Mitsuba’s face. He realized now wasn’t the best time, but the damn strand was bothering him. ”You’ve never kissed anybody?”
“No. I’m too cute and pretty for any girl or boy anyways.” Mitsuba composed himself, wishing he could punch the boy beside him for all the feelings he was starting up in him on a school night. “Bet you never kissed anybody either, dumbass.”
“I— haven’t. My brother laughed at me for it.” Kou scowled, his eyes darting between Mitsuba and the ceiling.
“Yeah, duh. You're not getting a girlfriend with the kissing skills of a demented turtle.” Mitsuba smirked, only to whine as Kou flicked him on the forehead.
“You’re no better than me, so shut up.” The blonde hissed, though the comment of getting a girlfriend quickly dug him back to earth. He was straight. Mitsuba was straight. That’s all they were.
“I’ve always wanted to know how to kiss. Like the actors do on screen, ya know. But I’ve got no practice.” Mitsuba groaned, burying his face in his hands.
“I could help.” Kou blurted out without thinking, immediately regretting it. He was ready for Mitsuba to be up in his face about it, calling him all sorts of crap. Yet, he didn’t hear any rude remarks, only a flustered squeak.
“Pervert.” He spat, “I wouldn’t hate it though. We both need practice, right?”
Kou sat up, Mitsuba following. He didn’t really process the weight of the situation, only the fact that he had been granted permission to kiss Mitsuba. He stared at the pink haired boy’s exposed shoulder, his empty neck, his soft lips and pouty face.
“Wait.. really?” Kou was cut off as Mitsuba slapped his shoulder, sitting next to him now.
“Yes, really. I don’t want to explain it, I just want to know what it feels like.”
There was a silent moment, absent of their bickering. Just the shifting of the sheets, the heavy breathes, cicadas whirring from the open window. Kou was inches from Mitsuba’s face, frozen. No, this was wrong. This—
But it was too late. He had leaned in. The first kiss was imperfect, awkward. It was confusing. But by then, they had stopped talking.
Kou had tangled his hand in Mitsuba’s hair, his other hand clinging to his waist. He worked his lips against Mitsuba, noticing how he clenched his shirt when his fangs grazed him. The blonde pushed him down against the mattress, pinning him down.
“I’m gonna try something, kay?” Kou whispered to Mitsuba, leaning back in.
“Okay—“ Mitsuba was cut off when Kou kissed him again, his grip tightening on his waist.
Kou bit at Mitsuba’s lip for entrance, the pink haired boy parting his lips with a whine. Their tongues clashing against another, heavy hot breaths. Mitsuba’s hand wandered up under the edge of Kou’s shirt, accidentally scratching him when he moaned.
“ngh— Kou..”
“you okay? should i stop?”
“no, please don’t.”
The two boys laid on the bed, tangled up in each other's arms. Kou could've never dreamed of this, sure he had his fantasies, but it happening was uncalled for. His cold fingers trailed down Mitsuba’s neck, there was nothing but horniness and sweat between the two teens.
Mitsuba whined whenever Kou pulled away to breathe, like a clingy puppy, pulling him back. Kou was trying to get ahold of himself, but the kiss was all that mattered at the moment. He sucked on Mitsuba’s tongue, sometimes nipping on it.
“nghh-“ Mitsuba whined, trying to push himself closer to Kou.
“You're noisy when I bite you.” Kou whispered into his lips, pulling away for a moment.
“your fangs are hot as fuck, you know.” Mitsuba pouted, tugging on your shirt.
His breath was sticky against Mistuba as he drew closer, kissing at his skin like a hungry animal. He bit at sweet spots that made the pink haired boy squirm under him, leaving faint bite marks. Kou drew in the scent of Mitsuba’s shampoo, nuzzling his face into his chest and groaning. He had to snap out of this. What would Teru-nii think? What would Yashiro think? A boy, loving another boy.
The two just laid in silence for a moment, unable to really speak.
“You good, Minamoto?” Mitsuba lifted the blonde's chin, staring at the boy. Kou couldn’t help but love him. Sure, he was a dick half the time, but the other half of the time..
“Yeah, sorry. I didn’t mean to get all flirty.” Kou mumbled, flustered. He quickly sat up, trying to brush off the situation.
“You know, that all wasn’t so terrible. Is it bad that I enjoyed it..?” Mitsuba sat beside him, but there was a space between the two. “That’s wrong— isn’t it?”
“I don’t think it’s wrong. I.. liked it too...” Kou butted in, turning to look at him, even if it stung. “Besides, it was just practice..”
“I guess you're right. Practice. Yeah.” Mitsuba nodded.
“Yeah.. let’s go to bed.”
“Okay, lame traffic earring.”
“Really? Now?”
“Shut up.”
Mitsuba was passed out beside Kou, curled up in a blanket. The way his hair strung on the pillow, his fingers twitching in his sleep. Kou couldn’t help but stare, laying on his side, scanning his eyes over his face over and over again.
Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it wasn’t. It wasn’t the world stopping him from loving Mitsuba. Just fear. So many things that could go wrong, and one thing that could go right. Kou thought it was selfish, that he was willing to sacrifice everything for his attraction. Love is much different from selfishness. But yet so hard to distinguish. If he could just kiss him one more time, that maybe all he wanted was temporary gain. But this love, it’s a love you can’t shake off.
Kou might not know many things. He might not know how to braid hair, or do tricky math. He doesn’t always know wrong from right. But he knows, deep down, that this feeling might never go away. And he was okay with it.