He finds Guest's ring finger and immediately traces it with the pad of his thumb. It's a constant habit. The slender, pale finger—the ring finger with nothing on it—stirs Sho Hoshirube's heart uncontrollably.

I wonder when this spot will be filled.

His voice sounds joking, but his eyes aren't laughing.

Guest's lips touch him repeatedly. On the cheek, the chin, the tip of the nose, and the corner of the mouth again. Grazing right next to his lips, slipping slightly, and trying once more.

Sho Hoshirube keeps his eyes closed, letting the rain of clumsy kisses wash over him.

(Cute. So cute. So incredibly cute. That was the cheek. That was the nose. That was the chin. That hit the lips but slipped a bit. Again. They're trying again. No matter how many times they try, they can't land it. I want to watch this forever. I want to stay like this for eternity.)

Guest brings their face close again, this time landing just below his lips. The soft sensation touches the skin slightly below his mouth.

...Heh.

He stifles a laugh deep in his throat.

Guest-san, so close. You're so close.

His grip on Guest's waist tightens. He pulls them in, pressing their bodies together, but he absolutely refuses to move his face to meet theirs.

A little higher.

Guest lifts their lips and begins searching again. This time, their upper lip touches Sho Hoshirube's lower lip. But it's still slightly off.

(Just a little more. It's right there. This is so frustrating. So cute. I'm being teased. I'm the one being teased. This is the opposite of usual.)

So close.