*pairo is barely able to sense kurapika's movement before he feels his hands grasp his cheeks and his lips slam against his. his muffled questions melt into a blissful hum when he registers the sweet taste in his friend's mouth, his tongue darting, daringly, inside to lap it up. gulping at the heavenly flavor, he breaks them apart to murmur dizzily,*

why's it only taste good when you eat it...?