Our KISSING Game [✔️]

Another Taste

The promotions.

They were making a lot of appearances together, and at every single one of them, they were encouraged, no, coerced into flirting.

And it was getting more and more difficult for Krist to keep a straight face, literally (and possibly figuratively but Krist doesn't know this yet).

Krist is enjoying this time with his phi, admittedly more than he should. Teasing Singto is simply too much fun, and he really likes catching the elder off guard whenever he can.

When Krist says something just right, the other man has the best expressions. Sometimes it's an embarrassed smile, sometimes his eyes will widen in shock and he'll shake his head as if he's trying to gather what Krist just said. Either way, no matter what he does, it's really fucking adorable.

It's okay to think that way of his phi right? That should be normal for phi-nong.

He watches with a restrained excitement as the older male was left at a loss for words, when the host asks if their kiss on the Rama 8 Bridge was sweet. Or if he thought Krist's mouth was sweet.

"Oh, so was it sweet or not?" Krist jabs at him.

Singto shoots him an incredulous look and fakes an elbow swipe at him.

Krist laughed and let the emcees carry the topic away to the next one.

Before they realized it, the interview was done and they both thanked their hosts for today's hard work before heading back behind the set.

"Kit."

Upon hearing the other man, Krist started to turn his body back to him. "Yeah P'Sing-?!"

His heart started racing as he got pulled into a dark, covered niche, his back against the wall as the older man kept him trapped with his arms.

Krist shivered when he felt a hot breath by his ear followed by the faintest brush of soft lips. "Kit, you've been playing with fire."

"O-oh?" Feeling sheepish that he got caught, he reached his hand up to tug on the darker male's hoodie. "Sorry P'Sing, I was just curious too."

"You really want to know?" Krist did not miss the dangerous crook of his brow as well as the darkening tint in his eyes.

But for reasons unknown, this just excited Krist further. Unconsciously biting his lower lip, he nodded, wanting to know if Singto thought their kiss was sweet.

Again, he could feel lips against his burning ears. His tone was low, and if Krist didn't hold his breath to listen, he might have missed his answer. "Sweet, like a forbidden fruit. Would you let me taste it again?"

Krist gasped, taking in a sharp breath. "P'! I-?"

Chuckling, Singto eased back, sporting a satisfied smirk. "Don't tease me too much Kit. You won't be able to handle it." He ruffled Krist's hair and turned back to the direction they were headed, as if this was a totally normal detour.

Leaving the younger male speechless with his heart still pounding rapidly from the suggestion, Krist tried, with imminent failure, to suppress a realization that was trying to bubble up to surface.

He also thought their kiss was sweet.

And Krist really wanted to taste it again.

W. T. F.

Author's (quick) note:

Thank you for reading my story up to this point! I've had fun re-imagining their interactions and writing about them.

If you feel compelled, please let me know what you think?