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Ton tugs Pokpong's chair closer, and he can't help the way his eyes dart down to stare at those pretty lips that he's ached to kiss since they were in school together.
But, rather than give into what he wants, Ton simply twists around and lays his head back against Pokpong's shoulder and gives a line about him getting used to the station.
He closes his eyes, but he hates this.
Aching for something that he thinks is within his grasp, right there, but he swore to himself that he'd wait. Ton wouldn't make a single move aside from flirting, and mostly friendly touches, until after this case is closed.
He swore, and that means he can't break it.
So, Ton squeezes his eyes shut tightly and tries not to think about how easy it would be to get lost in kissing Pokpong right now with the door locked and an hour cleared to decompress after that hellish interrogation.
"Ton," Pokpong's voice holds a question that isn't leaned into, and Ton hums in response, letting him know he's paying attention. "Can you look at me? Properly?"
Ton's brows furrow as he lifts his head and spins back around, giving Pong that space again as he looks into his dark eyes curiously.
"What's going on, Pong?" asks Ton softly, curiosity tugging the question out of him as Pokpong's eyes stir with conflict.
"I— Can you—" Pokpong's visibly struggling to get the words out, sounding so conflicted and uncertain that it breaks Ton's heart. "Will you kiss me?"
Ton chokes on the sharp inhale that follows that question, coughing harshly as he looks away from Pokpong.
He hadn't expected his shy Pokpong to pose such a question.
Hands rest gently on his shoulders as Ton pulls himself together, and all he sees, when he looks up, is Pokpong's worried gaze.
"Did you mean that? I haven't even asked you out yet, Pong. Are you sure you want me to kiss you?" Ton can't deny being worried that this isn't really what the other wants, even if he thinks it is.
"Please, Ton. I want this, I want you to kiss me. Please," breathes Pokpong as he sways forward in his chair, bringing their faces closer while his eyes go half-lidded.
Ton can't say no to Pokpong. He's not sure that he's ever been able to.
He raises his hand, bringing it around to cup the back of his neck, and he tugs him into a soft kiss that lasts only a few minutes. He pulls back after the soft press, despite the need to deepen the kiss further.
"More," whines Pokpong as he leans forward, eyes staying closed, and Ton groans quietly before giving in. "Please, Ton. Want you to kiss me more."
He's been waiting for this moment for so long that he's not going to stop himself if Pokpong doesn't want him to.
Pokpong leans in this time, slotting their lips together with a soft whimper that has Ton's head spinning. He's wanted this since school, and finally, finally he gets to have it, to have Pokpong.
They're still at the police station, still in the interrogation room, but Ton's other hand slides around Pokpong's back as hands slide into his hair and down his chest.
Ton doesn't care where they are, not when Pokpong's lips part, welcoming his tongue with a moan that would definitely get him into trouble. All he cares about is this moment with Pokpong, tasting him, and hearing the little noises escaping him.
So, he gets lost, and he doesn't care, not a single bit.