matchablossom in paris
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this is what happened in paris. trust me i was there >:)
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“You have the best taste in wine,” Kojiro complimented.
Kaoru blushed. “It’s only because you’ve spoiled me with your selection at Sia.”
Kojiro grinned. “If you think that’s spoiling you, you’re sorely underestimating me.”
Before Kaoru could retort– as if he knew how to respond to that anyway –the waiter returned with their entrees: coq au vin, pommes anna, and lamb tagine.
Kaoru raised an eyebrow. “Trying to fatten me up?”
Kojiro laughed. “I couldn’t decide. But not gonna lie, you’d look good a little chubby. Would give me something to hold onto.”
Kaoru scowled and took a bite of chicken. “You are entirely obscene.”
“Could say the same thing about you,” Kojiro said, shoving potatoes into his mouth. “That shirt clings to you like a second skin. It’s distracting. No wonder you’re always wearing kimonos.”
Kaoru took a long sip of water. “Quit it. I’m trying to enjoy my meal.”
Kojiro smirked and raised his hands in surrender. “Mais oui, mon chéri."
Kaoru rolled his eyes. “Bête.”
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- Part 1 of matchablossom in paris
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Their arms were wrapped around each other, their legs tangled. Kaoru moaned as Kojiro kissed him again, this time deepening it.
“Wait,” Kaoru gasped, pulling back but clinging desperately to Kojiro’s shoulders.
Kojiro pecked the corner of his mouth and looked at him, his brow furrowed. “What is it?”
Kaoru averted his gaze, unable to meet those big ruby-red eyes. “We’ve known each other for forever,” he whispered. “Why do you want this now?”
With a smile, Kojiro smoothed Kaoru’s hair from his face. “Why not now? We’re in Paris. It’s romantic. I can’t think of a better moment.”
Kaoru blinked, still not looking at him, his face red. “Oh.”
“Kaoru. Tell me what you’re thinking. Please.”
Kaoru shrugged. “I mean, it makes sense, honestly. To… do this, when we’re thousands of miles away from home, away from real life…”
Kojiro exhaled a heavy sigh, then nodded as if deciding something important. “Alright. We’re not fucking.”
(spoiler: they fuck)
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- Part 2 of matchablossom in paris