“Heh, why are you blushing so much? Relax. It’s just me.”
Despite his words, Shima knew well why Bon was blushing. Regardless of how tough and mature the boy tried to act, the rosette was well aware he wasn’t as aggressive as he made himself seem. It was pretty obvious, based on how red Bon’s face was right now, and Shima hadn’t done anything but move closer to him.
The brunette didn’t respond, but his cheeks turned a shade darker and Shima smirked. He liked that color on his friend’s cheeks. It was cute. He leaned closer still, until they could taste each other’s breath between them. Shima’s tongue ran over his lips involuntarily, and he heard Bon’s breath hitch. Perfect. He knew that his friend was anxious, longing for the feel of Shima’s lips. If he didn’t want that, he would have pushed Shima away long ago.
Taking his time and letting every second drag on, Shima slowly erased the distanced between them, letting his lips ghost over the expectant, waiting lips of his friend. That was all he allowed—just that quick kiss, where their lips had touched for half a second at best, before he pulled away, leaning his forehead against Bon’s.
His eyes lingered on those lips before he finally lifted them to look into the other exwire’s eyes. Bon’s were low as well, and his cheeks rosy, though not as dark as they’d been a moment before. It was true that he hadn’t pulled away from him this whole time—but he also hadn’t done much to reciprocate any of this. On the contrary, he’d been rather quiet during this whole affair which was uncharacteristic. Surely Bon had something to say. The silence made the rosette nervous.
“Was that okay?”
Finally, Bon looked up at him. When their eyes met, Shima watched Bon’s cheeks flush again, and his confidence grew a little. The brunette licked his lips, hesitating his answer for a moment, before he finally replied, “No.”
A soft gasp parted Shima’s lips, and he recoiled slightly, letting a little distance form between the two. “No? Oh, um, sorry, then… we can just—”
He stopped his rambling as he felt a tug on his shirt, pulling him back—and Bon’s lips pressed against his own. And it wasn’t soft and chaste like the kiss he’d given a moment before. Shima’s heart fluttered as those lips worked against his own, and after a moment, he reciprocated the kiss, sliding his lips along Bon’s, savoring the taste of his best friend.
They parted against, only this time their faces redder, their hearts beating faster, but they were smiling, and the nervousness was gone. It was just the two close friends again, just Shima and Bon.
“That’s more like it,” Bon murmured.
Shima’s lips curled into a soft smile, and he moved closer, to taste those lips against and to feel more together with Bon than he ever had before.