#italics are for a pAST CONVERSATION KJHFKSF

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Yullen request for @dawnlightsilhouette “They play Truth or Dare, Kanda gets dared to kiss the most beautiful person in the room and starts snogging Allen?” kshfskjfh I loved this prompt but I’m not completely satisfied with this so I might rewrite it later ;u;

School’s killing me but I’ll slowly work on every single prompt I got kjfhsf ( T u T)

Kanda really, really wanted to punch someone. Probably Lavi. Definitely whoever thought throwing a party on a Thursday night would be a good idea. Might as well punch himself for letting Lena convince him of coming. But she had a way with words and before he knew it he was agreeing. ---- "C'mon Kanda, it's not like we have anything important for tomorrow" Lena had said with a pout "I do. Art history quick test." The sharp smile she had thrown his way let him know he had fucked up somewhere in that short sentence. "Oh. I get it, you can't hold up till so late right?" Kanda narrowed his eyes at that. "I never said th-" "My my, it's okay Kanda. We don't all have a very specific schedule, I get it now" God he hated that tone of voice. "I'll go" ---- And now here he is. He could already picture Professor Tiedoll's expression when he arrives looking half-dead to his 8:30 am art history class. He gulps the remaining tequila in his shot glass and pushes those thoughts aside. On the other hand, he is having fun. A very twisted kind-of-fun from watching the people around him in different stages of drunkenness. He scans the room looking for a bright red mop of hair, a white one catching his attention instead. The horrible lighting makes him look paler than normal, the light blue loose crop top he's wearing not helping much, and don't even get him started on the high-waisted black jeans. He laughs at something the guy beside him says, a strong warm sound that reaches the other side of the room despite the volume of the music and Kanda has this sudden urge of- "Everyone! We're playing Truth or Dare, form a circle!" Lavi's high-pitched voice brings him out of his trance and he watches amused as people stumble closer, trying to form a circle and ending with an egg-kinda thing. Kanda remains were he is, his eyes following that one white blur who actually gets into the egg. He wonders why they all look so excited, truth and bravery (or more like recklessness) never go well with alcohol. He catches Lavi's gaze across the room and the grin he gets reminds him of Lena earlier that day, he narrows his eyes and mouths "No" at him. The grin grows wider and his gaze falls for just a second on the one and only Allen Walker and Kanda knows he's fucked once again. "Yuu~ It's just a game, c'mon!," Kanda's skin itches at the way his name's said and as people begin turning their heads his way. He's about to flip Lavi off when he opens his mouth again, "Or are you scared of your own truths?~" Kanda's really gonna punch him once this is all over. But maybe it's alcohol, or the murky lighting, or the way people snicker at him. Or a certain pair of wide grayish eyes. That makes him move. "Tch. If anyone should be scared of their truths that's you Lavi, am I right?" He receives a smirk and a raised brow as he pushes himself away from the wall and makes his way to the group with as much grace as he has. He sits so he's barely inside the egg-form, just across Walker. The game begins and just as Kanda thought, it's a disaster. The bottle of tequila is passed around the egg with every round, people are snogging, some are throwing up, others are laughing, and then there's the ones sleeping. Less than half of the people in the egg remain conscious enough to keep playing, and the bottle keeps passing, passing , passing. Kanda's gaze keeps wandering back to a certain someone across from him, ears focused on that particular voice even though he's not paying much attention to the truths being told, droning out everyone else. The bottle of tequila makes his way back to him and just as Kanda's grabbing it, Lavi's eyes fix on him. He feels a shudder run down his spine at the smirk Lavi's throwing at him and he barely stops himself from throwing the bottle to his face. "Yuu~ Truth or dare?" He seems way too satisfied and Kanda glares at him before answering. "Dare" Lavi's expression changes completely then. He looks so pleased, like he was expecting Kanda to say just that and Kanda really wants to stand up and leave. Or finish the bottle of tequila and pass out. That one sounds more promising. He's about to excuse himself saying he needs to use the bathroom when Lavi leans back, lazy smile in place and half-lidded eyes. "Kiss the prettiest person in the room." It could be worse, Kanda knows that. Some were dared to strip and give lap dances to other people for fuck's sake, he could do a kiss, he just had to pick a random girl and- Lavi's still looking at him. Expression unchanging and he's not even pushing Kanda to go on, he's just there. And for some reason that makes Kanda's blood boil because of fucking course Lavi would dare him to do something like that. Because Lavi is horribly observant and there's no doubt that he noticed Kanda noticing him. And now he's just there, like he knows Kanda won't do it and it pisses him off. He smirks at Lavi, stands up and finishes what's left of the tequila in one gulp, and makes his way to the other side of the egg-circle whatever. He's drunk just enough to make the edges of his vision blur, like some kind of dreamy haze. He can easily tell the moment Allen notices him going his way, eyes opening wide as he stares back at Kanda from the floor. The blush that had started on his nose has spread to his cheeks and his hair now hangs loose from the previous small ponytail. Kanda feels like messing it up even more. He kneels down right in front of Allen, who simply follows the movement with his eyes, looking pretty dazed. Kanda slowly raises one hand, cups Allen's neck and pulls him closer till his mouth's right beside Allen's ear. He takes a deep breath and feels the shorter man shiver right beside him before leaning closer. Kanda can't help but smirk at that. "God I hate this crop top" He doesn't. Kanda brings his other hand up, runs his fingers through the soft white hair and grabs a fistful at the back before pulling Allen closer till their lips are touching. The last thing Kanda sees are grayish eyes opening wide, then he closes his eyes and loses himself in the feeling. Allen's lips are chapped and warm and Kanda loves how it feels. He lightly runs his tongue over the other's bottom lip, tugs the soft strands of hair he's holding a bit and spreads his fingers wider over Allen's neck. He's expecting to be pushed, maybe even punched or a sounds of protest. He's not ready at all for the soft exhale against his lips, for Allen to bring a shaky hand to Kanda's shoulder, or for the tentative tongue that comes out to meet his. And he's definitely not ready for the soft nip to his bottom lip. And he loses it. He groans and brings both hands up to cup Allen's face, bites the other's bottom lip and pulls it a bit before running his tongue over it again. Allen gasps and Kanda pushes his tongue in, feeling more than listening the moan he gets back as he tilts the other's head to get a better angle. Feels Allen's hand tightening on his shoulder, and the other one coming up to his nape, fingers reaching for the strands of black hair and gripping just hard enough to send a shiver down Kanda's spine. Allen Walker tastes like the horrible jelly shots that were being offered and something like cinnamon, Kanda doesn't even know what it is but it clashes wonderfully with the aftertaste of tequila on his tongue. There are catcalls, whistles, someone throws something at them and Kanda couldn't care any less. He breaks the kiss, leans his forehead against Allen's to get some air, feels Allen's breath against his lips. They stay like that a few seconds, not minding the rest of the people around them, until Allen moves to rest his forehead on Kanda's shoulder to then turn and mouth against his pulse point, tongue barely peeking out. Kanda lets out an involuntary breathy sigh and feels Allen groan against his skin before he's pushed back. He barely manages to balance himself with both hands before Allen's kissing him again, getting bolder by the minute. He tugs Kanda's hair till his neck's craned and Kanda gasps, breaking the kiss and breathing hard. Allen goes back to mouthing at his neck, sucking here and there and Kanda hisses, pulling the shorter man closer and sneaking a hand beneath that infuriating crop top. Allen shivers and bites harder right at the juncture between shoulder and neck. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Kanda murmurs before pulling the white haired man closer with his free hand, raking his nails down the warm skin of Allen’s back at the same time. "God, yes yes yes..." Allen mumbles back, voice almost a whimper before pulling Kanda's face closer again, "Don't stop" Kanda closes the remaining short distance and brings their lips together once again, this time slower, deeper, taking his time, and it's like falling all over again. He feels Allen smile against his lips and he smiles back, looking up to meet sheepish grayish eyes. "Wasn’t planning to"