#dissimulera

Send me a ✿ and I’ll generate a number;11: gentle kissdissimulera

Kakerumight have had a little tomuchto drink. But it was Sunday, it was his day off and as result hewanted to explore the new remote city he had been transferred to.Bars were never his scene but it had a good rating on his phone andone of the drinks listed there was his favorite. So, seeing as hedidn't have anything else, he headed over there and drank enough thathe was onlytipsy,enough to remember what would happen the next day but also make somestupid choices.

Itwas a good thing the apartments weren't to far and he didn't have todrive because the bartender was looking at him like he was tempted toconfiscate anything from Kakeru and call a taxi. He assured the manhe wasn't thatdrunkand could walk himself home, flashing that usual charming smilebefore paying for what he drank and started the joyous walk backtoward his apartment. However, he hadn't exactly been in theapartment long enough to memorize what number it was that he wasstaying in. Somehow, inside his head he had managed to flip thenumbers around and when he arrived at what hethought was his home he knocked on the door and abit to loudlyasked his roommate to let him in.

Whenthe door opened and an unfamiliar person answered his calls, Kakerufrowned and dropped his hand back to his side, looking the man overfrom head to toe in a dazed and highly confused stare. “You're notmy roommate. But you are reallypretty.”A small smirk spread across Kakeru's face and stepping into theapartment he grabbed the others wrist and turned them around,pressing the man up against the door as it shut behind them. Seeingas he was a little on the shortsidethe teacher had to lean up and gently pressed his lips against theothers. His hands moved up and ran through the strangers short hair,tugging his head a bit closer as he deepened it the smallestbit,running his tongue across the mans lips and teasing him by softlybiting as he started to pull away.