laundry love [completed]

f i f t y f i v e : leather belts

"they're doing it wrong."

"hmm?"

"kissing. they're kissing wrong."

"adrian! put the fucking binoculars down. at once."

"why are you blushing? we were doing the same thing at the concert. you reached for my belt, you realize that? even your sub-conscience couldn't resist these...custard launchers, as you oh-so-kindly put it."

"argh. you're never going to let it go, are you?"

"no. nien. não. non. nem."

"..."

"here, take a peek. tell me what they're doing wrong."

"well, for starters...their limbs are all awkward and tangled. yuuto's move...it's more like snake flickering his forked tongue into her mouth. nishi is...well, biting his lower lip a little too harshly. ah, i think i can even see blood on their lips."

"..."

"cosmopolitan."

"aye, should have known from the way you kissed me that night."

"i was sloppy."

"you were drunk. like i said, you just need experience."

"and with whose expertise, shall i ask?"

"..."

"..."

"mine."