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[Yeah, see? See why he's been crazy for days now? You bit him and it changed his life Forever. Kanda has one hand up on the wall, the other on Allen, and is leaning so far into his space they might as well fuse together at this point. He kisses the other deep, sucking on his tongue much like they had earlier, the taste of fruit still a sharp reminder of the lunch they half-ate while walking back home.

Maybe they should get out of the hallway, he thinks, losing the plot halfway through that thought and instead just kissing Allen harder, until he's gasping for breath and red enough to feel the heat radiating off of his own cheeks.

Fuck, okay, maybe... maybe they really should move. Or maybe.

Maybe.

He can be overcome by the animal instinct to suddenly break their kiss and nip lightly along Allen's pulse instead?]

[ Well, Allen isn't going to suggest they fucking move, so jot that down! He does whine a bit when Kanda's lips leave his, not wanting him to leave regardless of the fact that the spit in his mouth is likely more Kanda's than Allen's at this point. Let him be indulgent-

oh. oooh. Okay. Yeah. That's... fair. The former whine evolves from needy to surprised and flustered. It's a sound he didn't realize he could make. It is... fucking lewd, honestly. Enough so that he goes reaching for the Timcanpy that's been chilling in his vest and tossing him (sorry!) down the hall as a silent "go away! Don't record this!!!" At least he doesn't hit the floor, spreading his little wings and heading off to go find Link.

Then Allen's hands are back on Kanda, still a bit breathless. How... far does Kanda intend to go? How far is allowed? They've never been much more past this and Allen doesn't know...?????? He shouldn't be the one receiving this kind of attention. He should be giving it. He knows he's shorter, but what the fuck- ]

B-....bedroom, Kanda.

[Jesus. Suddenly everything Allen does is a shot of adrenaline straight to the dick, but then again, the greenhouse was almost like that too. There was definitely something stirring.

Tim is freed, probably has their whole date up to this point recorded, and is going. Kanda pays little mind to this, some sort of desperate hunger overclocking his brain before he registers Allen's words and slightly backs up.

Bedroom. Okay. He... yeah sure that works, that was always the end game, wasn't it? They had a good date and they should fuck about it. Or at least fool around a bit. That's what straight people do. They are not straight people but that's like, paving the way or something.

Whatever, he needs to stop trying to figure out his own brain.

Kanda leans down, scoops Allen in a bridal carry, and marches off with him. Bedroom.]

Your bed? Mine?

[ Allen immediately flails a little as he's lifted, staring at Kanda wide-eyed. Not enough to fall out of his arms or punch him, but he does kind of look like he's seconds from decking Kanda anyway. ]

I- Kanda, I can walk on my own!! Hell's gotten into you??

[PLEASE he's trying so hard to be romantic or be cool or suave or SOMETHING—]

You— do you want me to fucking drop you?!

[Babe,]

N-no! But I'm the one supposed to be doing this to you! Not the other way around!

[ He's not flailing anymore, just... clinging to Kanda very confused... ]

Who— who fucking says? [you guys.] I'm twice your height!

[You'RE REALLY NOT]

You should have picked me up when you had the fucking chance if that's what you were after, dipshit.

I… I’ve been leading this whole time!!! You can’t suddenly flip the script on me like that — how else did you expect me to react, Kanda?!

[ Are you guys going to yell while one of you is still being held? Like? Are you guys okay,, ]

[Yeah they're fine.

Kanda, having stopped in the hallway while Allen was flailing earlier, continues walking. His grip does not relent.]

I didn't know I was flipping any goddamn script! I just wanted to move us to the bedroom and thought "gee, this sounds romantic, Beansprout'll probably like this" and did it! Would you rather be tossed over my shoulder like a sack of fucking potatoes instead?!

Why are those the only two options?! Is “Allen has legs and can walk” no longer viable to you?!

It is romantic! But this is my job! I’m supposed to be wooing you!

Oh, my fucking bad for misunderstanding that I'm supposed to sit here like a woman and wait to be charmed by you! Want me to set you down and flutter my eyelashes so you can try again?

[At this point, Kanda puts Allen down on his bed. He's chosen for you, you're welcome.]

Let me fucking do... something, for you, I don't fucking know.

[ There’s something about wearing this stupid outfit, with Kanda looking at nice as he does, and the two of them bickering over something stupid like this, coming off the heels of a wildly successful date, that just makes Allen question how he’s managed to do this. How he’s managed to get such a loving boyfriend, even though Allen is liable to go fuck things up. Even now, he’s arguing with Kanda over something that doesn’t fucking matter. And yet.

The worst part is, he’s able to continue fighting with him, until that last line catches him off guard. Long enough to recalculate his thoughts, at least. What is he doing? Why is he getting upset with Kanda? Why ruin such a good day??? ]

…O…Okay. [ Allen is down on the bed now. More just shocked than anything else. ]

Okay.

[Fuck, he's hovering over Allen now and Allen is so beautiful and cute and everything Kanda wants in a man, and Kanda, meanwhile...

...

Sort of brackets Allen with his arms, dips his head, and sighs.]

I have no idea what, give me a second.

[He uh. Doesn't know.]

…

[ He chuckles. This is new territory for the both of them, then. The only difference is… Allen is at least vaguely aware of what he should be doing.

So, he reaches his hand up to take one of Kanda’s, guiding it down to the hem of Allen’s shirt, and gently coaxing his fingers under. ]

You can start here.

[Oh Jesus, okay. This is actually real and happening. Okay. Okay okay he's got this. This is easy. So fucking easy.

Except his fingers brush the littlest bit of bare skin and his brain goes into gay overdrive. Allen is soft. He's touched him before, he put sunscreen on his back for fuck's sake, but this is different. This is more sensual, and he didn't get anywhere near his stomach. For a moment, the part of Kanda's brain that's too chickenshit to admit he likes anybody or anything almost makes him pull his hand back. It's very clear by the hitch of breath that this has just stunned him into gay silence, though.

H. help.

How do you boy.

He suddenly, stupidly for some goddamn reason, shakes his head to clear the thought off.]

Do— you want it off?

[So much for being confident, he had this up until they got to the bedroom. God, he's not stupid, he knows how sex works And Yet.]

[ Allen can, in fact, see the gears turning. There’s a moment where Allen seems to find it amusing, but it is ever so brief. Especially once Kanda asks that. He quickly pulls his hands off Kanda’s wrist, holding them awkwardly out to the side like he doesn’t know where to put them now. Oh, God, had he assumed too much? Between pinning him against the wall and how heated the greenhouse kiss was, he had… thought that this was next…????

Fuck, but, what if it wasn’t? What if Allen was jumping the gun? What if Allen’s imagination was running just a little too wild??? Maybe… it’s a good thing Kanda took the lead here, because if he hadn’t, Allen would almost certainly be going too fast for Kanda, and he’d feel so miserable about that.

Face now dyed red, Allen shakes his head. ] I-… We… uh— Y-you don’t have to!! I’m sorry- never mind. L… let’s just go back to kissing!

[This is super next if both of them could just calm down for four seconds. Allen moving his hands off his wrists gives Kanda further pause, his eyebrows raising before he wills his nerves to fucking shut up and let him do what he wants to do. He slides his hand a bit more insistently underneath the fabric, a few more centimetres of fingertip spread across Allen's skin.

He ducks his head down, and murmurs:]

Allen. I want to, or I wouldn't— I wouldn't have started it. Just tell me what to do.

………

It’s too embarrassing to say it out loud, though.

[Kanda just fucking groans. So they're both stupidly embarrassed. Yeah, that tracks.]

Then you can't bitch and moan if I do something wrong.

[Oh he'll be moaning alright—

Anyway, Allen didn't ever answer him on the shirt thing, so he supposes he's making the other sit up a bit so he can take his vest off and undo the buttons on the shirt underneath. This is Allen's last chance to stop him! He's being brave okay!!]

Try "tell me if I do something that doesn't feel right, Allen". Jeez, are you sure you don't wanna swap...?

[ They're both embarrassed because this is NEW! And... Allen isn't truly upset with Kanda. Again, as he stated before, he knows words aren't his forte.

But it also eases him a little to josh him a bit about his bedside manners. His voice drops it's bite at his next sentence, though. He reaches up as Kanda is unbuttoning his shirt, touching his cheek gently. ]

...Genuinely, Kanda. I can take good care of you.

[Another pause, another look at Allen, another moment where his face gets a little pinker and his eyes look unsure, shifting to the side for a moment before closing. If he leans into Allen's hand a little, no he doesn't, shut up.

He thinks about it, determines however bitterly that Allen probably knows triple as much than Kanda does, decides it's not worth arguing about when he wants Allen to have a good time too and he knows that he'll somehow fucking wreck it... and acquiesces, though his hands do go back to moving, at least enough to open Allen's shirt up and leave it.]

...alright. But I'm not going to just lie there either.

I'd be disappointed if you did.

[ Cute cute cute cute cute cuTE CUTE!!!!!!

He lifts himself up to press a quick kiss to Kanda's lips, shrugging his shirt off as he does. ] You'll let me know if I do something you don't like, right?

[Pretty...]

Obviously.

[It's Kanda, he doesn't think that's a tall ask. He's more likely to say when he doesn't like something versus liking it.

He wonders if they should switch positions, or... or what. Should he sit here still? Or...

...should he also undress? He's wearing something pretty traditional, not a button-down like Allen, so would that be harder to take off?

Jesus fuck does he have an anxiety disorder or something what's happening (no dipshit you're a virgin having sex for the first time these are completely normal thoughts).]

[ Allen is thinking similar thoughts, realistically. Mostly the clothes part. He's scanning over Kanda's attire and attempting to figure out how best to undo it. He wants to make Kanda sit or lay down so that he can sit in his lap, but maybe taking care of his top is a priority. Allen's hands gently run down the fabric a moment, before he picks himself up so he's sitting upright, pushing Kanda back a little so he doesn't headbutt him on accident. ]

...Can you show me how to take this off...? There's so many cords and buttons, I don't wanna ruin it.

Yeah. Here.

[He reaches for Allen's hands, guiding his fingertips to the high collar of his changshan, where the delicate buttons are hidden under the ornate weaving of the fabric.]

Start here, [he tilts his head back to make it easier, exposing the column of his throat.] There are little, hidden buttons in there. Then just go down.

[Instructions hopefully clear, shirt hopefully removed soon.]

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