No Rules

Chapter 2

*you're so cute

*i mean soo cute and your face is super adorable

*but also like, with all due respect

*but your cuteness makes me wanna fuck you immediately

Up reads line by line of the messages sent by Kao

After Up got himself together, he nonchalantly responded with a 'then what are you waiting for?' and attached his location. He had less than half an hour to prepare, feeling like a teenager having his significant-other over for the first time, except he's an adult and Kao is his friend, with whom Up wants to have sex with; he changed the sheets and his clothes, aired out the whole apartment, made sure the fairy lights hanging over his bed were still working, and threw himself onto the couch, pretending his heart hadn't already started racing.

And now Kao is right here, cooing at Mayo from respectable distance as the cat eyes him warily from his nest in the cat tree. Up expected no less, but it's still funny when Kao turns around, a pout on his lips, ready to sulk because Up's cat is too shy and too unsociable.

Legs folded on one side, Up swirls the wine in his glass with an arm slung over the back of the couch. He watches Kao approach through his eyelashes, watches him take his own glass off the coffee table and sit back, close enough that their knees are touching.

The television is on, but if asked about the plot of the show streaming right now, Up wouldn't be able to say anything. It's not like either of them is actually interested in what's happening on the screen—they're here for one thing.

The build-up, though, the palpable tension in the air as Up scoots over that tiny bit closer, makes it more satisfying when Kao finally chugs down the remainder of wine in his glass and turns to Up with pupils blown wide, hunger in his eyes.

Up grins, swinging his leg over Kao's lap to straddle him, arms finding purchase on his shoulders, and leans in, mere millimeters dividing their lips. "Hi," he breathes out.

"Hey, you," Kao whispers back, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth. His hand travels to cup Up's ass, and he smiles when Up hums approvingly, eyes fluttering shut. "You're so cute and So needy."

Up shakes his head, blindly moving his hand to rest against the side of Kao's neck. He can feel the pulse skittering beneath his fingertips and the warmth of Kao's skin pulling him in.

"I'm not needy," he says. Like a liar.

Kao chuckles, but before Up can even begin to defend himself—by whining, which probably wouldn't help his case—his lips are captured in a short kiss, and all the non-Kao-shaped thoughts get pushed out of the confines of his head.

Up eagerly dives in for more, deepening it and licking into Kao's mouth, dying to taste the blackberry wine off of him. He shivers when Kao's hands slip beneath the fabric of his navy-blue hoodie, leaving his skin tingling with want with every ghostly touch of his fingers.

Lungs straining for air, Up pulls back, biting down and tugging at Kao's lower lip to watch him sweep his tongue over it a second later. With a tentative roll of his hips, Up lets out a sigh and leans in again to trail kisses along Kao's jawline, taking a moment to catch his breath.

Already missing the taste of his mouth, Kao tilts his head to the side, kissing Up again. Their lips fit together seamlessly like they were made to, tongues sliding together without rush.

Up threads his fingers through Kao's hair, pushing it back and tugging at the strands, not quite expecting the muffled whimper that escapes his throat.

"Fuck," he mumbles, pulling back to take a look at his flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and eyes fluttered shut in pleasure. "You're so handsome like this."