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[He opens his mouth to make a demand and then... thinks better of it.]

It's your birthday. You're not supposed to make it up to me.

[terriblepurpose]

What if I want to?

[ Paul squeezes Kaworu lightly. ]

I try not to completely spoil you all the time. [ Not true. ] Maybe that's my present to me on my birthday. Being indulgent.

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You're indulgent when you want to be.

[Usually with Kaworu because his indulgence spreads like an airborne virus. He keeps his arms around Paul's neck and then leans back thoughtfully.]

Do you remember the party I made for you last year?

[terriblepurpose]

Do you mean, the best party anyone's ever thrown? The one with the giant sandworm and all of our friends? The one where we sat on the couch with Izuku and made him blush?

[ Paul hums, wrinkling his brow in thought, and shakes his head. ]

No. I'm afraid not. You'll have to remind me.

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You kissed me for the first time.

[He rams a little bony fist into Paul's ribs with the utmost affection! Apparently Paul doesn't have to make anything up to Kaworu today but he can get a punch to the tummy. Apparently.]

[terriblepurpose]

[ Oof!! Paul catches Kaworu's hand at the wrist far too late to save himself, laughing through the hitch in his breathing. ]

Oh, that's right.

[ But look out, Kaworu: now you have one hand less to prevent Paul from leaning it to cover your mouth with his, smiling into the kiss.

It's a longer kiss than the others this morning. Languid and warm, his tongue teasing the seam of Kaworu's lips until he finds his way past them. When he pulls back, it's not far, and he has new colour in his cheeks. ]

Am I any better at it now?

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[At first, Kaworu tries to play hard-to-get, leaning back a little, making Paul work break the barrier of his lips. But once he's through, Kaworu relents completely and melts into the kiss. No barriers between souls for one small moment.]

Yes.

And I'm not standing on a bucket.

[terriblepurpose]

I didn't hate the bucket.

[ That's sentimentality for you. Paul kisses Kaworu again, to be sure he did it right, and pink-gold light is only a vague suggestion through his closed eyelids. The dawn is already here. They didn't need to go all this way.

But they did, and so Paul should see it through. He pulls back and nestles Kaworu's head against his chest, leaning back and trusting his centre of gravity to anchor him. ]

You're still a better kisser than I am.