I Even Like His Shocking Pickup Lines [ShinKami]

You're Far too Good at That

Shinsou would not freak out about what to wear. That wasn't something he did. And definitely wasn't doing now. Nope. Not even a little. The pile of discarded clothing on his floor could attest to that.

After sighing in defeat, he finally gave in and messaged the one person he knew could help.

What the hell do I wear to a date at the arcade?

Oh sweetie, do you have any more shirts like that one you wore to Momo's party? Wear one like that and some jeans.

Did she mean grey? He had a bunch of grey shirts so she must mean the style. He remembered that he'd bought two at the same time. One grey and one a deep purple. He dug through his draws until he found the shirt and pulled it on. He looked down at his black jeans, at least he'd got that part right.

A knock on the door jerked him into action and he frantically scooped up an armful of clothing, jamming it into his cupboard while he kicked the rest out of sight.

He opened the door to Kaminari and hoped he appeared like he hadn't just panic shoved half his wardrobe under the bed.

Kaminari eyed what he was wearing and let out a groan. "You're going to kill me."

He let his eyes lazily take in the blond's outfit and had the same thought. It was a plain white tee with a V in the front that had no business looking that enticing.

He'd also decided on his choker from his hero outfit and it suited him perfectly. Shinsou was a sucker for that choker.

"If you keep looking at me like that, we won't be going to the arcade," Kaminari said, voice syrupy and thick as he closed the door behind himself.

Shinsou sat back on his bed and grinned slowly and raised his eyebrows.

They wouldn't get to the arcade because Kaminari would be dead. The sensation of Shinsou flirting with him like that was more than he could handle.

There was a crackle of electricity in the air and Kaminari didn't know if it was coming from him or the tension between them both. If he thought Shinsou was lickable before then he definitely was now. Now that he could actually, you know, lick him. He closed his eyes at the thought and took a steadying breath.

"I think I like wherever your thoughts just went," Shinsou drawled, slow and deep and Kaminari felt it in the pit of his stomach.

Shinsou reached out and stroked his finger over Kaminari's wrist. In reality, it was completely innocent but Kaminari hadn't had an innocent thought since he stepped inside the room.

"Can I-"

"Yeah," Shinsou interrupted and tugged on his wrist. It didn't matter what Kaminari was asking, because yes, he could do whatever he wanted.

Kaminari scrambled into his lap and pushed his knees into the mattress on either side of Shinsou's hips. He rest his hands on his shoulders and kissed him.

Shinsou's lips were soft and warm beneath his and Kaminari melted against him. One of Shinsou's hands knitted in the front of his shirt while the other cupped his jaw.

Kaminari ran his tongue along Shinsou's bottom lip and he opened easily to him. He experimentally sucked at his tongue and felt Shinsou shift underneath him and his hand tighten in his shirt.

Kaminari ducked his head down and ran his lips along Shinsou's collarbone just like he'd wanted to the first time he wore a shirt like that. He flicked out his tongue and swiped it along the jutting bone and was rewarded with a low growl at the back of Shinsou's throat.

When Kaminari tried to pull back, Shinsou leaned forward with him, not willing to let him put space between them so soon and slotted their lips back together.

Kaminari sighed against his lips and let himself be drawn back in.

Shinsou ran his hands down the front of his shirt until they came to settle at his waist. The tips of his fingers found the hem of his shirt and he ran one finger underneath, causing a shiver to rip through the blond.

Kaminari fisted his hands in Shinsou's hair to stop them from wandering and he let out a groan before pushing against him harder and kissing him deeper.

Shinsou moved from his lips to his throat and kissed down it until he found a spot just under his ear that made him make an intoxicating noise.

Kaminari involuntarily pressed his hips forward and was made very aware of the position they were in as Shinsou shuddered at the movement. Shinsou gripped his hips and they both stilled but didn't pull away.

Kaminari could hear Shinsou's breathing, rough and fast, at his ear before he heard him whisper, "I think," he quickly cleared his throat, "I think we should be getting downstairs before they wonder what we've been up to."

Had his voice always sounded so rich and deep? Kaminari untangled his hands from Shinsou's hair and leaned back enough to look at him. He was flushed and gorgeous and Kaminari didn't really want to go downstairs anymore. "I think you might be right," he said despite feeling the exact opposite. "You're far too good at that."

Shinsou smiled wickedly at him before he ducked his head back to Kaminari's ear. "At what? This?" He planted his lips right beneath Kaminari's ear and sucked lightly.

The blond groaned and pushed at his chest. "Yes. That," he panted roughly.

Shinsou gave him a roguish smile and kissed him chastely on the lips before lifting him off his lap and depositing him on the bed.

Kaminari wasn't sure he knew how to stand up. His knees had never been so weak and he ran his hands over his shirt in an attempt to smooth it.

He saw Shinsou surreptitiously adjust his pants and Kaminari groaned at the thought of what that meant. He definitely didn't want to go downstairs now. He'd much rather stay right where he was, just with less clothing on.

Shinsou turned to him with a lazy smile. He leaned down to the blond and finger combed his hair. "Sorry, messed it up a little." Only he didn't sound sorry at all and Kaminari grinned.

As they left the B dorms, hand in hand, he was sure they looked like they'd been doing exactly what they'd just been doing.