Enjin who didn't mean to let the kisses grows more than just a quick, playful kiss. Enjin who should have just pecked Zanka's lips and pulled back, but instead he lingered. His lips had the thought of their own, when it slid past the lips, moving to Zanka's cheeks, down to Zanka's jaw, before he aimed for Zanka's neck. The hands should stay innocent, perching on Zanka's waist, but no. They also had the thought of their own, suddenly roaming around behind the back, pulling the younger even closer to him.
Zanka started with a laugh, amusement in his noise—that of course, soon transformed to the endless gasps and groans.
"Enjin," he called, the admonishment sounded so close, but Enjin didn't stop. Enjin didn't bother to hear.
The innocent kiss never once ends up being innocent.