Admittedly, he didn’t have much experience in what made a kiss good versus bad. But that didn’t mean he didn’t try to sort it out as he went along. Seojin-a must have liked it well enough, if the subtle pressure on Ahn-Bo’s cheek was anything to go by. If it was horrible, he would’ve said something, right? Or… maybe not. Either because he didn’t care, didn’t know (they’d never really discussed if his friend had any other romantic experiences), or didn’t want to hurt the quidditch player’s feelings. All of this was a mere blip in his head before his entire focus was drawn to the feel of the vampire’s lips against his. Soft and plush, just like they looked. Even better, his simkung was kissing him back.

His heart felt like he was in free fall, tumbling from above the clouds down to the ocean spray below. The thrill of it zinged through him from head to toe. His heart raced. He wanted to—no, needed to—get even closer. This was the best kiss of his life, and yet something told him there was still more.

His hands were left where they’d been resting on his thighs as he leaned into his friend. They slid to Seojin-a’s waist, using the fabric of his shirt to gently tug him closer. This was it. This was all he wanted to do every day, all day, for the rest of his life. Ahn-Bo would happily give up quidditch, his broomstick, and even food if it meant he could experience this forever. Without knowing exactly what he was doing, he followed his instincts to deepen the kiss. Shortly thereafter, his belly was growling loudly. As if protesting that it was not okay with his sacrifice.