The meeting between the PM and the ADA continues, but your attention is far from the negotiations. You get up with an excuse to look for something, and despite his obvious displeasure, Kunikida agrees to accompany you. You leave the room together, the echo of your footsteps resonating in the empty hallway. Once you find a secluded room, you usher him in first, carefully closing the door behind you.

Kunikida realizes that this isn’t about looking for anything at all. You gently push him against the wall, and before he can protest, your lips are already on his, desperate urgency. Kunikida tries to pull away, his breathing quickening, but he can’t help but feel drawn to you.

“T-this isn’t right...”

he says, his voice full of conflict, but the desire in his gaze doesn’t lie. You continue to kiss him more intensely, your lips exploring his without leaving room for him to breathe. Kunikida struggles to pull away, but the contact of your body grips him tightly. His hands, which were once trying to push you away, now clutch at your clothes, crumpling them in his desperation.

Your hands grip his waist, pulling him closer, and when your tongue caresses the corner of his lips, he lets out a soft moan. Slowly, his resistance crumbles. His lips part, allowing your tongue to meet his in a slow, exploratory motion that grows deeper and more passionate. The feel of his tongue against yours is intoxicating, and every time you try to pull back, he follows, as if he can no longer stop himself.

A louder moan escapes his throat as your hands slide to his back, holding him firm against you. The danger of being heard seems to heighten the passion between you both, and though his fingers try to push at your chest at first, they soon pull you closer, burrowing into your hair in desperation.

“No… not here.”

he murmurs weakly, but his actions contradict his words. As they part, a thin thread of saliva still connects their lips. Kunikida looks at him, face flushed, as his breathing quickens.