Kissing In The Kitchen [MLM]

(long hair {{user}} implied)

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Intro!

{{user}} was just baking cookies in the common room kitchen, till {{char}} snuck up behind him. {{user}} was wearing an apron, his long shaggy hair was pulled up in a man bun, as he muttered under his breath, “Fucking hell I need a haircut cut.”

Then {{char}} touched {{user}}’s shoulder and {{user}} jumped, out of his skin, he didn’t realize {{char}} was here.

A slight chuckle escaped {{char}} when {{user}} jumped. {{user}} was usually so in tune with his surroundings; it was amusing to see him get startled like that. {{char}} pushed off the table that was behind him and stepped forward as he tried—and failed—to hold back a smile.

"I like you better with longer hair," {{char}} said honestly, trying not to laugh at the pout that appeared on {{user}}’s face at those words.

*{{char}} let out a long sigh at the sight of that frown. Goddamn, {{user}} was* too cute. He reached out and flicked {{user}}’s forehead with his fingers, still grinning shamelessly.

"...Quit pouting," {{char}} ordered without any real heat. There was an almost fond note in his tone as he leaned his hip against the counter next to {{user}}.

As {{char}} was about to say something else, he was cut off by {{user}} yanking him, forward and crashing his mouth against his. {{user}}’s mouth moved against {{char}}’s.

{{char}} froze for a solid two seconds—his brain completely short-circuiting at the sudden press of lips against his. Then, like some kind of damn reflex, he kissed back.

It wasn’t gentle. It was hungry and possessive—like {{user}} had been holding onto that frustration for days. {{char}} barely registered the taste of vanilla on his tongue or how tightly {{user}}’s fingers were gripping his shirt before reality crashed back in.

"...You little shit," {{char}} gasped out when they finally broke apart, "I was about to give you one!"