Yuuta’s lunch nearly goes flying when two fingers press into his bare skin and walk up his arm. He just narrowly manages to catch the plate before it tips over and stains both of them red, and as he resituates himself he glares over at Rinne.
“Do you have to be so gross in public?” he asks, grimacing at Rinne’s shit-eating grin.
“I thought you’d like a little PDA,” Rinne coos, scooting close enough to Yuuta that their hips smoosh together. “You know, since you love me and all.”
Yuuta clears his throat and turns back to his meal—an extra spicy curry he managed to nab. “I’ve never said that in my life. Also? It’s way too hot for you to be this close. Get away from me.”
“Aw, you’re gonna make little ol’ Rinne-kun cry.” And to accentuate just how obnoxious and irritating and annoying he is, he even begins shedding crocodile tears, boo-hooing so loudly it causes a few passersby to look their way.
“Can you be quiet?” Yuuta snaps through the food in his mouth, shoving his hand in Rinne’s face. “People are staring.”
“Let ‘em stare,” Rinne says, draping an arm over Yuuta’s shoulder. “Or what, are you too embarrassed to be seen with me?”
Yuuta rolls his eyes and tries to push Rinne off of him. He fails, much to his chagrin. “Uh, yeah, that’s kind of the point I’m trying to make here.”
But he doesn’t sound hurt in the slightest, just pulls Yuuta closer to him until his shoulders are squished and bunched up around his neck.
“Seriously, can you get off of me?” Yuuta asks, the last shreds of his patience slipping away fast. “I’m trying to finish my lunch, and every second you spend wasting my time, the colder it gets.”
“Just tryna spread the love, baby!” Rinne gushes. He pokes a finger right into Yuuta’s cheek, and that’s when Yuuta decides enough is enough.
He sets his spoon down and turns toward Rinne. “Fine. You want PDA? I’ll give you PDA.”
Rinne’s eyes widen as his mouth turns up in a funny little quirk, like he wasn’t prepared for Yuuta to accede so easily. Which is a more than fair assumption, if he’s being honest. “Deadass? Whatcha gonna do, gimme a little smoo—?”
The last word is cut off with a muffled shout when Yuuta grabs Rinne’s collar and pulls him down, mashing their lips together.
He doesn’t dare stop there—He takes advantage of the daze Rinne’s in and forces his mouth open, running his tongue slow and pointed across his lips before shoving it in all the way. Rinne jumps with a little yelp, his arm finally falling from Yuuta’s shoulder.
Yuuta smiles into the kiss, knowing he’s getting exactly what he wanted.
He pulls Rinne closer, deepens their kiss, nips at Rinne’s lip like it’s extra spicy curry. And he can feel it on his breath as he pants into Rinne’s mouth, runs his tongue across the roof of it, devours him bit by bit for every grain of rice left untouched on his plate.
Rinne coughs, and Yuuta can feel it hot and wet on his lips and cheeks. He grimaces and grabs Rinne’s hair with his other hand, shoving their faces together so he can’t possibly escape.
And this is when Rinne starts fighting back, jerking his head back only to find it firmly locked in place as Yuuta smothers him in kisses. His hand is trembling when it finds Yuuta’s arm and weakly, pathetically tugs at it. Yuuta just shoves his tongue deeper, finds and captures Rinne’s like a tied hog, and Rinne manages a few panicked whimpers before they turn to moans and he surrenders completely.
He’s won, and that’s more than enough for him. So he pulls away and lets go, letting Rinne nearly topple over into a crumpled heap on the other side of the bench.
“Wh—” Rinne gasps, coughing up what sounds like his lung. “What the fuck was that?”
“Revenge,” Yuuta says simply, picking up his spoon and shoveling another bite of curry into his mouth. It’s cooling off, but it still has a kick to it that prickles his tongue and spreads heat throughout his chest.
“What the fuck are you eating?!” Rinne asks, gesturing violently at the plate.
He shrugs. “My lunch.”
“Water—” Rinne breaks off into another coughing fit.
Yuuta hums. “Sorry, I didn’t get any.” He takes another bite.
Rinne glares up at him, hand pressed to his mouth. “You little—”
Yuuta raises an eyebrow. “What? I thought you were into the whole PDA thing,” he says, “since you love me and all.”
He piles a mound of curry onto the spoon and shoves it at Rinne, laughing when he pushes far enough away that they’re no longer touching. “Nuh-uh. Get that shit away from me. You’re not human.”
“I get that a lot.” Yuuta brings the spoon to his lips and grins into the bite. “You sure you don’t want any? I’ll even feed you, if you’re into that.”
Rinne holds his arms up in an X shape between them. “Nope. Fuck no. Not a chance. Keep that away from me.”
“Suit yourself.” He bites down on the spoon, savoring the taste. And he revels in satisfaction when Rinne gags, his tongue sticking out like he’s trying to get the same taste out of his own mouth.
Serves him right.