#[when was the last time we talked about Atreus and Kio?? I think we should talk about them again hegghu]

[kkkindered]

[ KISS ]: sender shows up at the receiver's door and impulsively pulls them in for a passionate kiss that punctuates a lengthy slow-burn between the two. // your choice

Fuuuuuuck.

He screwed up.

Kio hand drags his bangs away from his face as he shuts his bedroom door. Running away after flirting to the sun and back is pathetic. The hand scratches at the low sides of his head. Blinking through his panic as he slides to the floor.

He is so pretty. How is supposed to act if not flirt like he's going to die? You can't ask that of him! Are you insane? Those calculating eyes that turn round and wide when he whispers an innuendo into his ears.

He's so smart. Can talk circles around people in the field he's dedicated himself to. That's he left his mind, body and soul absorb because it's what he wants. So sure in his knowledge and Kio can't help but want to hear him mess up a sentence when he realizes where Kio's eyes rest.

(His mouth? Those hands? His arms, if his sleeves slip? His ass. Kio knows, and he'll take no contest in the matter, that under those layers Atreus has very lovely rump. He sees Astra. They're related. It has to be in those jeans (HA) Not that anyone has to know he's watched Astra's ass. K'in especially. He'd like to keep his head on his shoulders.)

His head is now nestled between his knees as he sulks.

He's going to have to avoid him now. It's gonna kill him, he thinks. Avoid him? Turn the corner if he sees him walking down the same hall he's walking up? Instead of making up some bullshit excuse to accompany the man?

Might as well ask him to break his own leg.

And it continues like this. Kio's mind whirling. Waxing immature poetry over Atreus and him lamenting over having to move away and change his name. Of having to scrap the wedding plans and the big house they'd live in. If they decided to move, that is.

Until there was a knock on the door.

“Huh-?" He straightens so abruptly that the back of his head connects to the door.

“Fuck---hold on!”

He gets up and forces out a breath. Grabs the handle and pulls it in to himself. The hall is a bit chilly, the big ceiling tall windows probably still cracked open.

“What's-- 'Treus?”

He didn't get anymore than that out. Couldn't. Not that he had planned to but god damn, he can't now.

It better than he imagined. And trust him, he's imagined it plenty.

He tastes like herbal tea and charcoal. Smells like sweat (was he rushing?) and something so distinctly him that Kio can't fight the urge to lick at his lips. It was chaste until then. Simply a beautiful press of lips touching. Sparking fireworks behind Kio's eyes.

But he had to ruin it.

Atreus pulls away, still holding Kio's head in his hands.

"Does that answer your question?"

"Hm?" It takes a few moments for Kio's brain to start back. He had ran away after asking the man a question.

'Should I kiss you to see if you like me?'

“You like me?”

“I kissed you.”

“You did.”

Kio runs a finger under Atreus' eye. Cocky smile taking over the dazed frown of his lips, “So you have some gusto behind those glasses.”

“I liked it better when you couldn't speak.” Atreus grumbles. Pout pursing his swollen lips.

“Kiss me again.”

Though Kio didn't wait for Atreus to lean in. Grabbing him by the collar and pulling him down.