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Koko knows Inupi is conventionally pretty. He knows all of Inupi’s features are the ones people consider flattering. His nose it straight and just the perfect size to compliment his high cheekbones, they’re not prominent and sharp, more on the softer side. But that’s also good because his lips are puffy and soft too. And his eyes? That pale green that turns into bright blue when the sky reflects in his irises? Gorgeous. And fluffy but short blond eyelashes, they go so good with his not too thick not too thin eyebrows. And that scar, the way it almost perfectly goes right in the middle of Inupi’s eye, covers his forehead and cheek just in the perfect amount to go in contrast with his blond hair and bright eyes? Beautiful.
Koko also knows that he considers all of it beautiful because of Akane, because Inupi looks so much like her. Yeah, it doesn’t explain why he loves that scar so much or why he greedily catches every change in Inupi’s features as they grow up, why he adores the way Inupi’s chin got just a bit sharper, how softness starts to mix with masculine sharpness in exactly the right way. Inupi, in all honesty, stopped looking exactly like Akane a long time ago. Koko can catch echoes of her in him, but only when he really goes into the worst places in his mind and actually forces himself to see them.
But, yeah, no matter what, Inupi is pretty. Conventionally and personally to Koko, Inupi is fucking gorgeous. He was pretty as a kid, Koko remembers watching him sleep in the weirdest of places, remembers those disoriented misty eyes and cute yawns. Akane could fall asleep in the weirdest of places too, Koko watched her as well because she was just like Inupi in those moments.
As they grew up, sleeping Inupi stopped being the prettiest of views for Koko. Because Inupi started to do things that rivaled his drowsy cute look, won over it with ease. Like what he’s doing now.
Inupi licks a popsicle, the tongue goes from the bottom to the top slowly, collecting a bit of pink sweet ice on it. Then he licks his perfectly puffy lips, saliva shining on them and they must be a bit sticky from all the sugar. Koko watches how Inupi then sucks on the top of the frozen snack, lips closed around the pink-colored ice, cheeks hollowed. And it would be fine, probably, if Inupi got himself a rectangular-shaped one or just ice cream that you eat with a spoon, but no. Inupi got himself this cylinder one, and it’s fucking pink out of all colors.
And then he puts it deeper into his mouth, lips sliding down till more than a half of this damn ice stick disappears behind them. Koko feels his cheeks getting hot. When Inupi’s lips go up, a slurping sound accompanying the movement, Koko has to look away. It’s a popsicle, just a popsicle. No need to remember all of the porn he watched, to remember what those actions and sounds usually accompany in a completely different setting.
“Like it?” Inupi asks and Koko almost chokes on his own spoonful of ice cream.
“W-what?” he stutters, feeling how his cheeks grow even hotter.
“Ice cream, you said you haven’t tried this taste before,” Inupi replies casually.
Right, yeah, of course. “Yes.”
Koko risks looking at Inupi again, he really shouldn’t have. Inupi’s eyes are on him, that damn pink popsicle in his mouth, lips shiny around its girth. He then tilts his head, sucks on the ice with that characteristic barely audible sound that makes Koko want to run home and take a cold shower.
“How’s yours?” Koko asks just as a courtesy, he’s sure with how Inupi sucks and licks that damn frozen fruit juice, Inupi must like it.
And that fucking pink snack leaves Inupi’s mouth with a loud pop. “It’s good,” he says as he licks his lips, Koko even manages to see that his tongue also got a barely visible tint of bright pink on it.
Koko hums, afraid that he’ll stutter again if he tries to say something, instead choosing to eat another spoonful of his ice cream. Maybe it’ll do its fucking job and cool him down. He shouldn’t even feel hot, it’s already dark outside and their Black Dragons' coats are just perfect in this slightly chilly autumn weather. And they’re eating ice cream in the middle of November sitting in a parking lot, how the fuck does Koko even manage to feel hot?
“Wanna try?” Inupi brings the popsicle a bit closer to Koko. And it’s not out of the blue, they share food all the time. But only the thought of licking it makes Koko’s eyes grow wider.
“W-what?” he stutters again, looks at the wet glistening fruit ice in Inupi’s hand and the only thoughts in his brain are filled with Inupi’s tongue licking it just a minute ago.
“It’s good, try it,” Inupi rolls his eyes as he brings the snack closer to Koko’s mouth.
And, well, with how stupid his brain feels now, Koko just lowers his head a bit and sucks on the top of the popsicle, tasting a strawberry sweet coolness on his tongue. He looks at Inupi as his lips carefully slide up, Inupi just stares at him intently, pale green eyes focused only on Koko. It feels… Well, they never shared food like that, that’s for sure. Not with Koko leaning down to whatever Inupi holds in his hand, not with Inupi licking his lips as he watches Koko with this weird intensity.
“Good,” Koko says as his tongue collects the remains of sticky sweetness around his mouth.
Inupi creases his eyebrows for a second but then smiles slightly, eyes focusing on Koko's. And Koko didn't even notice before that Inupi wasn't actually looking him in the eyes.
“Yep,” Inupi says easily and in the next second brings the popsicle back to his lips, sucking on exactly the same place that Koko tasted just some moments ago.
Koko eats another spoonful of his ice cream, a futile hope that it will indeed cool him down just a bit still kicking in his stupid brain. Then he looks down at the little paper cup in his hand, draws his eyebrows together. He collects a white frozen snack with a coconut taste on his spoon and then turns to the side, brings the spoon up.
“Try mine,” he says and commends himself on not stuttering.
Inupi’s eyes widen for a split second in surprise, the popsicle still in his mouth. He then takes it out, again with that damn slurping sound and a pop, and smiles slightly. Inupi shifts a bit closer, their thighs are now touching, and leans to the spoon, opens his mouth and then closes his lips around the white plastic. He moves away slowly, Koko watches intently how the spoon leaves Inupi’s mouth. Why the fuck does he feel so hot? Is it global warming!?
“Sweet,” Inupi comments simply. Koko manages to grin at him.
But that grin falters because Inupi decides that he can just fucking stick his tongue out. The tongue that has remains of white ice cream mixed in with spit, hanging flat from his mouth as he drags the popsicle over it. Who the fuck eats popsicles like that!?
Inupi just looks up to the sky and sucks on his frozen snack without a care in the world. Koko goes through a damn mental breakdown because he just can’t look away from those shiny lips, that perfect profile. Inupi is fucking prohibited from buying popsicles ever again.
A week later, Koko walks into their hideout with a strawberry popsicle in hand, the one he bought just because Inupi liked it, no other reason at all.