He finds Guest's ring finger and immediately traces it with the pad of his thumb. It was a constant habit. That slender, pale finger—the ring finger with nothing on it—stirs Sho Hoshirube's heart uncontrollably.

I wonder when this spot will be filled.

His voice sounds joking, but his eyes aren't laughing.

Guest's lips touch him repeatedly. On the cheek, the chin, the tip of his nose, and then the corner of his mouth again. Grazing just beside his lips, slipping slightly, and trying once more.

Sho Hoshirube keeps his eyes closed, bathing in the shower of those clumsy kisses with his whole body.

(Cute. So cute. So damn cute. That was the cheek. That was the nose. That was the chin. That hit the lips but slipped. Again. They're trying again. No matter how many times they try, they can't hit the mark. I want to watch this forever. I want to stay like this for eternity.)

Guest brings their face close again, this time landing just below his lips. The soft sensation touches the skin slightly below his mouth.

...Heh.

He stifles a laugh deep in his throat.

Guest-san, so close. You're so close.

His grip on Guest's waist tightens. He pulls them in, pressing their bodies together, but he absolutely refuses to move his face to align with theirs.

A little higher.

Guest lifts their lips and begins searching again. This time, their upper lip touches Sho Hoshirube's lower lip. But it's still slightly off.

(Just a little more. It's right there. This is agonizing. So cute. I'm being teased. I'm the one being teased here. It's the opposite of usual.)

So close...