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It wasn’t exactly a kiss, but… it was close enough for him to fail to breathe for the duration, and several long seconds besides. The way Otogi lingered spoke volumes–this wasn’t just his usual playing around. Situations like this were why Ryou tended to be fairly wishy-washy when it came to the truth, as it usually came back to bite him in the ass. 

Metaphorically speaking, of course.

Unless Otogi was into that sort of thing. Ahem.

Slowly, so slowly, he allowed his own hands to trail up his friend’s biceps, fingers curling around his shoulders as he drew in a short breath, and–

The flight was mostly uneventful save for the layovers themselves, wherein Ryou had to be reigned in before he dragged Otogi too far from the airport. Each time, he made note of the location in hopes he might convince his friend that they should maybe take an extra day to explore on the way back. It wasn’t until they crossed over to the continental United States that his body once again gave up, and he spent the final few hours or so with his cheek on Otogi’s shoulder.

The intercom ping stirred him, and he murmured as he shifted back to more-or-less be in his own seat again.

“... Oh.”

Followed wasn’t quite the right word–Ryou’s excitement had him tugging at Otogi’s wrist, arm, shirt, whatever he could reach as he all but vibrated his way to the waiting taxi. Once settled in, it took everything he had to keep himself from pinning his boyfriend to the back seat, as that sort of behavior was deeply frowned upon.

“I, er...” He allowed himself a pause to relish the soft contact, happily returning the gesture before continuing on. “... I had to make sure this was, you know, actually happening.” 

“–What.”

“Ryou, if you keep looking adorable like that, I’ll /have/ to kiss you again~”