[It happens before Hubert can account for it. But even if he had preemptively known that Ferdinand meant to grace him with a whisper of a kiss, drawing him forth with his hand on his cheek, he doesn’t believe he would have done anything to halt it.
He knows, logically, that it lasts only a moment. But when their lips meet, how languorous time becomes, how hyperaware he is of Ferdinand’s warmth, his scent — tea, floral and aromatic — as if his focus has sharpened to a singular point, revolving only around his friend. (Though perhaps ‘friend’ is no longer an accurate label; he will have to consider alternatives.)
When the other pulls away and speaks, Hubert feels like he’s stepped away from a flame. It did not do his heart any favors, and his blood feels so warm, buzzing just millimeters beneath his skin. He speaks in the wake of an exhale.]
How bold of you, stealing a kiss when the other party is unprepared for it. Who knew you were so eager?
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He knows, logically, that it lasts only a moment. But when their lips meet, how languorous time becomes, how hyperaware he is of Ferdinand’s warmth, his scent — tea, floral and aromatic — as if his focus has sharpened to a singular point, revolving only around his friend. (Though perhaps ‘friend’ is no longer an accurate label; he will have to consider alternatives.)
When the other pulls away and speaks, Hubert feels like he’s stepped away from a flame. It did not do his heart any favors, and his blood feels so warm, buzzing just millimeters beneath his skin. He speaks in the wake of an exhale.]
How bold of you, stealing a kiss when the other party is unprepared for it. Who knew you were so eager?
[And yet Hubert sure isn’t complaining, teasing aside.]