dreampost: even more after dark edition

[wotanon]

[ shit's going to be sexy in here.

please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank ]

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[crossmyheartandhope]

The closet's not that big. Pretty sure we got em all.

[But he knocks on the wood of the door jamb, anyway.]

[irregular]

[So long as C really isn't hanging from one of the coat hooks, anyway.

[K pulls the door closed, leaving the closet (close, cramped, fabric brushing against his cheek and his sleeve and his hand) illuminated by nothing but the screen of his cellphone as he fumbles for the stopwatch.

[This seems sort of... anti-something.]

So, uh... I guess seven minutes from now?

[He holds up the phone.

[Seven minutes is like... two whole songs.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

...yeah. I mean. No point waiting, right?

[He's blushing again, though it's hard to tell in the dim lighting.]

[irregular]

A-all right.

[Likewise. God damn it, so very likewise. Maybe Hurricane can't see it, but he can feel it, creeping hot and uncomfortable across his cheeks.

[It's only seven minutes. All he has to do is--

[--lean forward, right?]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Yeah. Easy mode.]

[They did it with Pocky already, right? This isn't that different.]

[He leans forward, too, a little uncertain.]

[irregular]

[Yup, Exactly like that. The pocky was... well, okay, so it helped to have some other excuse for doing what he's about to do, but-- well, it was an excuse, wasn't it? He's got a hand on Hurricane's wrist - to steady himself, that's all.

[Their lips brush, almost by accident...




[okay

[now what?]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Now they just have to keep this up for seven minutes.]

[Hurricane flushes darker still - leans in a little.]

[His lips are oddly cool to the touch, dry and slightly chapped.]

[irregular]

[He's cautious, and gentle as he knows how. For a moment K just sits there, trying to focus on breathing right, and a thought occurs: How the fuck do you keep this up for seven minutes?

[Is Hurricane nervous?

[He sure is.

[He swallows. Draws back a bit.]

I-is that...

[Am I doing it right?

[I mean, was that... you know, bearable?

[Should we go and find a permanent marker instead?]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Y-yeah. Uh.

Yeah. That was good.

[He steps in a little closer, hesitant.]

You wanna...?

[irregular]

It was?

[K blinks, but that's easy to miss, in the darkness--

[That's an okay, isn't it? Sure, it's hesitant - as hesitant as he feels - but, well, it's not like Hurricane hates this, right?

[Right?

[He's not much less uncertain of himself this time, but he kisses him again anyway.

[It's what they're meant to be doing, isn't it?

[How long is seven minutes?]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Seven minutes feels like a real long time, when it's too dark to see and there's no way to gauge the time, and the only thing to distract you is someone else's lips. And they are distracting, Hurricane finds, flushing darker and shifting in a little nearer, almost despite himself.]

[His hands hover, uncertain, before settling at K's waist. His lips part, just slightly, into the kiss.]