Sion watched as Nezumi pressed his lips onto his finger, feeling his tongue wrap around the inflicted area.
“Ne-Nezu—” He couldn’t speak properly, and was still trying to comprehend what was happening. When Nezumi gave the final lick, he stuttered, “W-why did you…” He broke off again, his face turning a deep shade of crimson.Nezumi’s grin grew wider at Sion’s reaction, “I was simply relieving you of the trouble using the sink. You should be thanking me instead of standing there blubbering,” Nezumi chuckled slightly, his hair swaying at the movement. The boy lifted both hands and clapped twice, “So?”
Sion looked away and breathed heavily to calm himself down. When he finally felt the temperature in his cheeks drop, he turned back around and gazed at Nezumi, “Well if you really want a heartfelt thank you,” he said as he lightly inched himself closer to his friend, “Then I should at least give you this.” With grace, Sion leaned up and planted a small kiss on Nezumi’s cheek, “That wasn’t a good bye kiss.” He went back to the cutting board without another word, getting out another knife to cut the vegetables with.
