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[ He's still standing outside the gate to the ice rink, shifting uncomfortably from how awkward the skates feel, like weights strapped to his feet. Tsurumaru said skating was fun, but Ookurikara doesn't see the appeal in killing his feet just to slip on some ice for "fun".
Not that he has much of a choice at this point.
Begrudgingly, he steps out onto the ice and curses under his breath, still clutching the wall for support. ]
This is the only time we're doing this, Tsurumaru.
Not that he has much of a choice at this point.
Begrudgingly, he steps out onto the ice and curses under his breath, still clutching the wall for support. ]
This is the only time we're doing this, Tsurumaru.
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[ As if on instinct to Tsurumaru just existing, Kuri scowls as he glides by easily, practically throwing salt in the wound by how smooth his movements are. He wants to pull himself back over to the gate and leave, but suddenly his grip is separated from the wall, sending Kuri across the ice while scrambling for balance. ]
-- Tsurumaru!
[ He lasts maybe three seconds before falling flat on his ass. ]
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It's easier if you hold my hands so I can guide you until you're stable on your feet.
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[ Ookurikara tries to stand up on his own, pointedly ignoring Tsurumaru's hand until his foot slides the wrong way and he hits the ice again. A string of curses leaves his mouth again, and there's a long moment of consideration before he allows Tsurumaru to pull him up, huffing like a child. ]
I don't need your help.
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Can you stand if i let go?
Mitsutada said you were bad at skating but- [ He laughs again. ] - I didn't think he meant no experience at all.
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[ Ookurikara frowns, but doesn't make any moves to pull back from Tsurumaru's lingering hand until Mitsutada's name crops up. Immediately, he pulls his hand back and slides backwards, nearly losing his balance in the process.
There's a look of hurt that flickers over his face, but he obscures it by scowling again, trying to make a point by standing ( relatively ) straight. ]
Mitsutada is an idiot.
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[ He doesn't miss the slight look of hurt across Ookurikara's face, however slight it was. Tsurumaru blinks a couple of times, and before Kuri begins to struggle and lose his balance again Tsurumaru reaches for his hands and settles Kuri's warm, glove hands against his cheeks, pulling him over a little when the gap is a little too wide.
He sounds kind of worried. ] Are you alright?
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There's a moment where he considers pushing himself out of Tsurumaru's grasp until he thinks better of it and decides he'd rather not be colliding with the ice again any time soon. Ookurikara presses his lips together in a thin line when his hands find Tsurumaru's face, guided closer to him.
Despite himself, he looks down at the ice between them and grumbles. ]
Why wouldn't I be?
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He skates a little closer to angle Ookurikara's chin upward, and lightly places a kiss on his lips. ]
You seemed worried about something.
why do tsunderes
[ Tsurumaru isn't any easier to deal with when they're alone like this, and Ookurikara isn't handling it any better with the way his heartbeat is starting to feel irregular in his chest.
Whatever attempt there was in acting as if he were unfazed by the contact is thrown out the window, however, as Tsurumaru only comes closer and greets him with a kiss. As if the touch burns, Ookurikara instantly pushes him away and reels back, skidding backwards and crashing onto the ice. ]
--What the fuck are you doing? Don't even think of trying that again!
[ He doesn't want to know how red his face is. ]
bc kuri is the cutest
This time, instead of helping Kuri up, Tsurumaru squats down until his hands touch the ice, when he begins to encroach upon Ookurikara's personal space, placing one of his knees between Ookurikara's spread legs, until he can feel the unsteady breaths on his face. With his lips ghosting above Kuri's, Tsurumaru speaks again: ]
Don't tell me, was that your first kiss?
fuck you
Ookurikara inhales sharply.]
Get off of me.
[ He snaps, pointedly ignoring the question, colder than the ice beneath them. It's not like Tsurumaru doesn't already know the answer, what with how he's looking at him like a cat that's just caught a mouse, and Ookurikara feels the violent heat in his cheeks more prominently, all the more infuriating with how he's being pinned down.
It's too close for comfort, and if Tsurumaru had wanted to embarrass him, then he's definitely succeeded. But- Ookurikara isn't making a struggle to get away, and instead only glares while trying to steady the uneven rise and fall of his chest. ]
fuck u too
[ Tsurumaru smoothly places another kiss on Ookurikara's lips, pressing against him a little bit more forcefully and urgently this time to express the veracity of his actions. It felt like the right moment to kiss Kuri, so he did, and it felt right to kiss him again, so Tsurumaru does that too, just as forceful as the last.
He would pull way and stop if Ookurikara had rejected him further, if he was shoving at Tsurumaru right now, but he's not doing any of that, so Tsurumaru continues kissing him, or he would, if that the lack of friction from the ice wasn't making him stumble around to find some sort of support, and there he goes--- collapsing right on to Ookurikara's chest. He could stay, but he decies that he'd rather not. Laughter rumbles from his chest when he pushes himself upright on his feet again.
Yet another outstretched hand. ]
Your lips are really cold, Kuri. But if you really want me to, I'll stop kissing you.
disgusting
[ Something shifts uncomfortably in his chest when Tsurumaru kisses him again, and again, and all the effort in keeping his breath even is useless because he's losing it again. He can't allow himself to kiss back, and balls his hands into tight fists.
Ookurikara furrows his brow when Tsurumaru's weight collapses on his chest, shaking with laughter. It's uncomfortable enough with the chill of the ice sinking into his bones, but the act of pushing Tsurumaru off is at least made easier when he goes willingly, finding his way back to his feet and leaving Ookurikara on the ground to glare up at the extended hand again.
Wordlessly, he takes it by the wrist and yanks Tsurumaru back down. ]
rabu
Though he doesn't understand the purpose of Kuri pulling him against the ice like this, the contradiction between words and actions mean he's not completely against it. Tsurumaru laughs, and leans to kiss Kuri again, a simple, light kiss in comparison to the others he's given. ]
I kind of want ice cream. [ He makes a half-hearted attempt at getting free, pulling his wrist towards himself and Kuri's grip with it. ] Come with me, Kuri.
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This time, without thinking, he kisses back. ]
It's too cold for ice cream.
[ And it is, but Ookurikara lets his hand be pulled forward, even if he's refusing to look at Tsurumaru right now. The sensation of kissing him is still lingering on his lips, unsure of how to feel about it other than annoyed that he's visibly stopped resisting. ]
1/2
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[ Whatever shock that came from Kuri actively kissing him back goes away as quickly as that. Inside his chest his heart beats loud enough to echo in his head, but it's not like he's going to let Kuri know what when he's trying to be cool. Instead, when Ookurikara's grasp loosens, Tsurumaru strings his fingers through the gaps in Ookurikara's, pulling him towards the edge of the rink where the ice ends.
Eventually, he lets go to undo the laces of his skates and so Kuri doesn't trip over the ledge, hobbling to one of the benches to pull them off without slicing his palm open, turning back to smile at Kuri. There's an ice cream shop somewhere inside the building, but to be quite honest, Tsurumaru has no idea where it is. ]