I dare you to kiss Kingu!(heisonlyred)
I DARE YOU TO KISS || NO LONGER ACCEPTING 🔥🔥🔥
A breathed command; a newly ordered kiss. Curtesy of Dewa ( who’d mere moments before declared how juvenile the game was, screw him ) and Totsuka. He’d felt almost certain of loss at the time. After all, how could he ever presume to do something so inappropriate, so…BOLD. Kissing Mikoto…kissing his King. It sounded all too taboo to his pinkened ears- even the simple THOUGHT of fulfilling the order brought to visage myriads of reddened hues. Embarrassing- he couldn’t bear to linger upon the idea, hero-crush mentality heating his skin and he knew that he should stop- halt where he was less he give himself a heart attack, but he’d never quite been so adept at self control. Besides, the others hadn’t stopped provoking him since the dare was issued.
But that had been hours ago- before everyone else left, whether for home, errands, or otherwise. At least if he did it now, there’d be no-one present as witness, no-one to increase his nerves. And…he really wanted to prove them wrong. Really wanted to WIN. He could overcome his nerves for that…right?
He assumed so, at the very least; though that was before he found himself standing in front of the leather couch holding his King’s countenance. Sleeping, per usual, yet there was no mistaking the utter power sizzling outward from the lining of his skin. A warning to those ill meaning, but also an uncontrollable reaction resulting from natural inner makeup.
It was best to simply get this over with, he knew. Rip OFF the bandaid. Hazel eyes cinched closed as he leant down and ah- the King’s flesh was as warm against his lip as he’d first hypothesized, his chin sturdy where he kissed it. It was relaxing, calm…he’d not realized he’d gotten so lost in the moment until butterfly lashes fluttered open to be met with the lion’s stare. Momentarily, the look was returned, vanguard too shocked to move an inch.
It wasn’t long before that changed abruptly, and he stumbled backwards with a SHRIEK.
“M-M-M-MIKOTO-SA-SA-SAN—“
The youth couldn’t decide whether to apologize or cry, and he supposed it was clear on his face, for the man adjacent seemed to take pity on him: a large hand settling neatly ‘pon auburn tufts, amber eyes searching his face- for what, it was unclear. He must have found it however, for he merely gave his head a single pat and YAWNED before turning back over to resume his nap.
Needless to say, Yata didn’t remain in the room another moment.
