[Hayato whined softly when Makoto pulled his lips away. He wanted to keep going, cheeks flushed, eyes dark, and with their closeness his interest was more than slightly apparent. His hands clenched and unclenched at the back of Makoto's shirt while his brain tried to process the words that came out of Makoto's mouth, like a cat kneading at a blanket. Makoto's mouth - he couldn't stop looking at it, words, words, something about food...?
Gokudera's eyes widened, suddenly alert.]
FUCK, THE FOOD'S GONNA BURN!
[He let go of Makoto all of a sudden to grab the food off the range just as little bits of smoke began to come off of it.]
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Date: 2014-02-19 07:02 pm (UTC)Gokudera's eyes widened, suddenly alert.]
FUCK, THE FOOD'S GONNA BURN!
[He let go of Makoto all of a sudden to grab the food off the range just as little bits of smoke began to come off of it.]