Kangin can remember their first kiss. He can remember what they were both wearing, what Heechul smelled like, what it felt like to have Heechul’s fingers sliding through his hair as they battled and dueled for dominance. He can remember Heechul’s moan as he pushed his lips on to the older’s, shoving his tongue past the red head’s lips and exploring his mouth. “Kangin…” Pulling back he can remember the lust filled eyes looking back at him, the panted breaths against his face before diving down and capturing those swollen lips with his own once more. 

 

 

And now, in a similar situation he can’t say that minds at all. He doesn’t mind as the other kisses him, hot and heavy. In fact he enjoys it. He enjoys it as they battle once more, their tongues battling in Kangin’s mouth, Heechul’s moans echoing between them, their hands grappling between the seamless line that was their bodies. He lets his tongue wrap around his Hyung’s, on it and trapping it with his own as he takes charge of the kiss; pushing his way into Heechul’s mouth and painting the inside with his tongue and claiming him as his own once more. 

 

 

No, nothing wrong with that at all.