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6, krii7y? for the kiss prompt?💙

kinds of kisses

krii7y drabble6. person A teaching person B how to kiss and getting way too caught up in the kiss

a/n; i really enjoyed writing this one but i havent proofread it so I APOLOGISE IF ITS MESSYYYY

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“You’re overthinking this.” 

Jaren shot John a glare. “I am not, this is serious!” he scowled, rubbing his eyes with both hands. “What if I’m terrible?”

John glanced up from his phone with a small smile. “The point is that, if you are, I’ll show you how not to be,” he pointed out. There really wasn’t anything that could go wrong with this little plan, except that the plan involved Jaren kissing his best friend John. 

They used to have baths together, they’d seen each other naked more times than they could count, they know all of each other’s deepest secrets. But kissing each other? Did friends do that? 

It made Jaren’s head hurt as he contemplated backing out and running away from it. But John was so casual about the whole thing that maybe he really was just overreacting? Afterall, a kiss was just a kiss. And it was all for a purpose. 

It was better to learn with the boy he trusted with his everything rather than the girl he was going on a date with. He couldn’t embarrass himself in front of John at least. 

“Isn’t it weird?” Jaren asked, covering his red face with his hands. “It feels weird…” 

John’s sigh was not one of judgement or disappointment, Jaren peaking through his fingers to watch him fall back on the mattress. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have you, Jay. I ain’t pushing you.” 

“No!” Jaren blurted out, pushing his fingers through his messy hair. “I- I don’t- I don’t not want to. I just- It’s just- I need to learn but I’m just stressed about-” When he lifted his head, John was watching him with a small smile. He sat on the edge of the bed with a hand outstretched. 

“Come here,” the boy said with his head tilted slightly to the side. 

Jaren sucked in a breath and took his hand. He bit his lip as John pulled him up onto his feet, and those fingers wound between his before he could let go. He felt his cheeks flush red and looked to his feet. The hand in his tugged him closer until he was standing between John’s knees, unable to look anywhere but those pretty green eyes. 

“You sure?” John asked and the younger boy scoffed, hoping his blush wasn’t as hot as it felt. 

“Just do it,” he muttered. John’s hand slipped over the arch of his shoulder, lifting up to his cheek where he could run his thumb over the shy boy’s bottom lip. 

He smiled. “Close your eyes,” he said. Jaren did so, leaning into his friend’s touch. “Pucker your lips a little.” John’s voice was growing softer and Jaren flinch when he felt John stand up in front of him. Then, the soft press of lips against his own. Chaste. Simple. 

He held the contact for a few seconds before easing back and Jaren blinked open his eyes. 

“That wasn’t so bad,” he mumbled, but he found it hard to meet John’s eyes when his friend was still holding his hand. 

Said friend scoffed and shook his head. “I’m flattered, really,” he drawled and Jaren couldn’t stop his laugh. “Okay, now I’ll kiss you properly.” Jaren blinked in surprise, feeling his lips tingle and heart pound. 

“Pr- properly?” he stammered, but John didn’t elaborate more than a small smile.

He leant in slowly, eyes trained on Jaren’s mouth in a weirdly intimate way. His hand slipped around to the nape of Jaren’s neck and the younger boy melted into the touch as John drew him forward. Then he kissed him again. 

His lips were softer this time; more relaxed. They weren’t puckered like Jaren’s were and the shorter quickly adjusted to mimic John. With the tilt of John’s head and the pliancy of his lips, he pressed his mouth to Jaren’s with more than just a peck. Smoother than Jaren could follow, John’s lips were parting against his and his own mouth was following suit.

The first thing he noticed was how it was warm and wet, and the second thing he noticed was that he really didn’t mind it. John didn’t kiss with any haste, nor did he try to overpower the action. He was sweet, slow and sensitive about his touch and only furthered the kiss when he felt Jaren was comfortable. 

When Jaren felt John graze his teeth over the chapped skin of his bottom lip, the shiver that ran down his spine was visceral and he couldn’t help but melt against John’s form. His hand jumped to the older boy’s shoulder for balance and he tilted his head up and leaned closer, silently asking for more of the kiss, for more of that touch. 

John’s compliance was satisfying to say the least as both of his hand shifted to Jaren’s hips, pulling him closer and tilting his head further. With the next press of his mouth, he caught Jaren’s bottom lip with his teeth and Jaren flushed hot as he dragged it out from John’s bite. 

The kiss broke and the two were left standing by the bed, both pink in the face and wide with their stare. Their lips were pink and slick and Jaren couldn’t take his eyes off John’s mouth. The older boy swallowed. He licked his lips. 

Jaren felt heat coil in his chest. 

“Do you, uh,” John started, clearing his throat after a moment. He blinked. “Do you want me to show you what it’s like… what it’s like with tongue?” he asked and Jaren noticed how he seemed unable to keep his eyes from flicking down to Jaren’s mouth. 

Before he could even think about it, the word: “Yes,” was rolling off his tongue with his exhale. He sounded breathless. He sounded desperate. But either John didn’t notice or he didn’t care, because he slid his arms around Jaren’s back and dragged him back in. 

Their lips met with confidence for the third kiss. Jaren curled his fingers in John’s shirt, pressing up into the kiss and parting his lips against John’s in a silent push for more. When John took a half-step back, Jaren stumbled after him. When the older slid a hand down to the back of his thigh, he followed without splitting their mouths as John dropped down to the mattress and Jaren crawled right onto his lap. 

The kiss had something more than before. Something exciting, something electric. When John rolled the tip of his tongue up against Jaren’s top lip, there was no going back. Jaren melted against him, no space between their bodies as they held one another tight. With a thumb against Jaren’s chin, John eased his mouth open and dipped his tongue in. 

It was an entirely new sensation to have someone else’s tongue dipping into his mouth, and it was even crazier to him that that tongue belonged to John. There was no use questioning his reality though as that tongue licked at the underside of his own, before drawing back into its own mouth. Jaren didn’t know what else to do other than pursue and then he was the one with his tongue in someone else’s mouth. 

If the pleasant hum that pressed to his open mouth meant anything then John was very happy with Jaren’s confidence. And, had Jaren had time to think about it, the soft moan he pressed back to John’s mouth in response would have made him flush head to toe. Funnily enough, with John’s tongue in his mouth, he really didn’t care that much.

Clearly, John did as he tightened his hold on his friend. Jaren licked into his mouth and John grazed his tongue with his teeth as he retreated. He sucked the boy’s bottom lip into his mouth and dug his fingertips into his hips. Jaren tugged at the hair tangled in his fingers, wondering for half a second when he’d threaded his fingers into John’s hair. 

He didn’t remember and he didn’t care. 

And as disappointing as it was, with one last flick of his tongue against Jaren’s, John eased back and broke the kiss. 

Jaren was flushed and panting. His lips were red and puffy. His eyes were wide. His heart was racing. His nerves were burning. 

John didn’t look to be doing all that much better either. 

“Well, that was… uh…” John’s attempt at playing the exchange off as something casual fell flat as he couldn’t keep his eyes on Jaren’s. They fell to the boy’s mouth, before falling further to where Jaren was planted on his lap, before wrenching back up to his eyes. He dropped a breathless laugh and Jaren lost it.

Laughter bubbled out of his chest and he couldn’t hold it as he dropped his head to John’s shoulder. His chest heaved with the giggles, his body shaking as they rolled off his tongue. Soon enough, John was chuckling with him, hand running lazily up and down Jaren’s spine. 

When the younger boy finally managed to lift his head, a few stray giggles dropping from his tongue as he beamed at his friend, he met John’s eyes with as much courage as he could. His cheeks were pink and he didn’t exactly know where to look. But he smiled helplessly and lifted his shoulder in a shrug. “If I cancel my date, could we, um… could we do that some more?” he asked. 

He begged and begged and begged, to any god or deity that may exist, for John to not reject him. He didn’t know what he would do if he had read it all wrong and made a mistake. 

But the grin that broke out on his best friend’s face had relief flushing the tension out of his spine. John didn’t say no, and he didn’t say yes. He just pulled Jaren in and kissed him again.