✿ u know i want a kiss while i'm here
6: fingers kiss
It isn't the first time that Kise and Midorima held hands. It wasn't in public this time, though. They were holding hands comfortably as they sat in Kise's living room, watching some movie that Kise had been wanting to watch. Midorima hadn't minded watching it with him, though. He felt comfortable with Kise like this.
Kise's hands in his felt rather nice in his. His fingers were slender and a bit long, but they were smooth despite how slightly rough the skin was. He had to keep his hands in shape, after all, since he was a model. Their palms fit together, oddly enough, pressed together like pieces of a puzzle, just like how their fingers fit laced together.
A small smile graced Midorima's lips, and he lifted their hands carefully as he pressed those lips against the knuckles of Kise's hand. He trailed more gentle kisses onto a few of Kise's fingers, his hand squeezing the model's just as gently.
