Maybe mutsurie first makeout session that Saiko walks in on?

“Mucchan,” groans Urie. And then he can’t resist calling him that special, sweet name. “Tooru.” 

Mutsuki whimpers and digs his tongue deeper into Urie’s mouth, feeling every crevice around his teeth. He likes this boy. He likes his body. “Kuki.”

“I can’t…you’re so amazing.” Urie dives into their kisses.

Mutsuki pushes Urie down onto his couch. He straddles him and wraps his arms tight around him, leaving kiss after kiss on Urie’s lips.

Urie gazes up at him in amazement. He never knew he could feel this joyful.

And it’s all because of Mutsuki Tooru. He treasures him. 

Mutsuki kisses him deeply, slowing down their pace to savor every second with Urie. Whoever would have thought they’d wind up here, together? When Urie was a brat and he a scaredy-cat in denial? 

The door bangs open. “Hey, you guys are being awfully loud -”

Saiko’s eyes widen.

Urie squeaks, and Mutsuki is dead silent. They stop and stare at her.

“Never mind, then. Carry on. Be safe.” Saiko winks and slides the door shut.

“She’s going to tell everyone,” Mutsuki whispers.

“I don’t mind.” Urie pulls Mutsuki back down. 

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