Plurk paste

“I take back everything I ever said about your scarlet eyes,” Hisoka tells him. “I believe I like your brown eyes equally as much. They’re now tied for my favorite color.”

“A tie, huh? However will we break it? I have a factoid for you that will tip the scales in the superior direction. Over half of the global population has brown eyes. This color is as common as dirt.”

“Common or uncommon, I don’t care. I still want to kiss you senseless when you look at me like that.”

Kurapika’s tone is challenging. “You want to kiss me? Then why don’t you?”

“You don’t kiss, right?”

Kurapika collapses on the floor beside Hisoka. The cards around their bodies skitter away as he falls. He covers his face with his hands. “I forgot to tell you. I recently kissed Leorio on the lips. It was my first time kissing anyone. Ever. And I did it without thinking about it. And I still don’t know why.”

“I know why.”

Kurapika lowers his hands to look at him. “Why then?”

“You needed to kiss him. At that moment, you felt like you might die if you didn’t kiss him.”

Kurapika thinks back on it. “That’s exactly right. How do you know that?”

“Because that’s the way I feel right now.”

Hisoka rolls on top of Kurapika and kisses his mouth.

The kiss is electric. They both pull away at the same time to stare at each other, equally startled by the currents pulsing between every point where their skins are connecting.

Then, in unison, they crush their lips together again, abandoning all restraint to the unprecedented pleasure of commingling breath and exploring tongues.

Sparks are jolting up and down their spines. Shivers. Shivers, all the time.