Wakatoshi tilted his head to the side and looked down and Satori with expecting eyes. There was a speck of chocolate batter on his cheek.
Okay, so that’s adorable, Satori concluded. Out loud, he just giggled.
“Hey, Wakatoshi,” he said, bringing up his hand to wipe away the batter, “you’ve got something on your face.”
Satori placed the palm of his hand on the side of Wakatoshi’s face and swiped his thumb so his face was clean. Satori froze a bit when he realized what he was doing.
Welp, go big or go home, Satori.
Satori shifted his hand so that it simply laid at the side of Ushiwaka’s face. He leaned closer.
“Can I?” He asked.
Wakatoshi didn’t say anything, but brought up a hand to Satori’s and softly squeezed Satori’s hold on him. It was like he was waiting for something, like he had been waiting all this time.
Satori didn’t make him wait any longer.
The kiss was chaste and sweet, both literally and figuratively. (There were hints of the batter still lingering on Wakatoshi’s lips. Satori smiled into them.)