“Hmm?” Kieren looks up from his sketchbook.
Simon licks his lips. “Kiss me.” He grins and lets the pause play out to Kieren’s cocked eyebrow. He finishes, “I’m Irish.”
There’s a little bit of silence, and then Kieren laughs. Simon feels his lips turn his slightly - and jokingly - leering grin into a fond smile. His boyfriend shoves at his shoulder.
“That’s horrible,” He chokes out between laughs. Simon tilts his head playfully at him, and Kieren pulls him in for his kiss.