and, to be honest

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"you still won, gun."

"because you went easy on me. i technically did nothing!" gun whines, mixing his ice cream inside a cup with the wooden spoon.

they're back in tinn's car after buying some ice cream on their way out of the arcade. the day wasn't over yet — at least that's what gun mentioned. seems like he still has more plans.

tinn sighs. "It's okay, gun. at least we had fun, right?" he gently places a hand on top of the younger's knee to comfort him.

gun nods in agreement because it's the truth. he forgot just how happy spending time with tinn makes him. the boy manages to make gun feel comfortable to an unimaginable extent. tinn is just gun's favorite person. he can spend countless hours with the boy.

"here." the younger thrusts his cup of ice cream towards the boy. tinn gives it a judgemental glance. "you turned it into milkshake." the boy points out.

"it's tastier that way." gun argues.

the older takes the cup in his hand. an idea runs through his mind at that moment and he spoons up a bit of the ice cream. "it's tastier this way." tinn says before unexpectedly smearing the liquid near gun's lips.

gun jolts in surprise but doesn't have time to process the situation as a hand behind his neck quickly pulls him closer.

tinn licks the ice cream off the corner of gun's lips. he feels tinn's saliva coat his skin, leaving a tingling sensation from the air brushing over it. flustered by his action, gun widens his eyes in shock.

they lock eyes and he swallows hard seeing tinn with his head tilted to the side. his tongue brushes over his lips as tinn tastes the ice cream in his mouth.

"t—tinn, what are you doing?" gun embarrassingly stutters over his words. he knows tinn saw his red ears by now anyway. the other just gives him a knowing look.

tinn picks up the plastic cup again. "we should finish this, yeah?" he suggestively asks. as gun deeply stares at him, awaiting his next words, tinn continues with his husky voice, "open your mouth, baby."

the boy hesitates but obliges. he could sense the hand tinn previously had cupped around his neck tightening. gun slowly opens his mouth.

taking the opportunity, tinn pours the rest of the liquid left directly inside. but gun didn't get the chance to swallow it.

he gets pulled into an anticipated kiss so rough gun's body jerked forward. tinn grasped and drew him in by his jaw, colliding their lips together.

gun's fingers fist tinn's shirt as the other began moving his lips immediately. the liquid threateningly pours down the side of his mouth all the way towards his neck.

gun whines against their kissing lips only to then shift in his seat and lean closer to tinn. his hand cups the side of tinn's neck as the younger shuts his eyes.

they taste the ice cream off each other's tongue. tinn starts sucking his tongue, licking it with his own just to swipe off the liquid from his mouth. he deepens the kiss, causing gun to lean back, tilting his head.

gradually, he fists tinn's shirt tighter. he was losing control over himself — tinn has never kissed him like this before. their tongues keep colliding and tinn made sure to taste every corner of his mouth.

the deep kiss made sounds that further stimulated gun. he moans as tinn's wet tongue touches his hot mouth. there was saliva smeared around his lips and yet, tinn only lowered his hand towards his body.

his hand returns back where it landed when they were at the laser tag game, except much more adventurous now. tinn felt up his stomach gently, making gun inhale a sharp breath.