“Hey… c'mere for a sec,” Koga murmured, his voice just loud enough to cut through the thrum of the music. Before you could ask why, his fingers slipped around your wrist and tugged you along with a quiet urgency.

The next thing you knew, you were slipping past the bathroom door with him, the bass from the livehouse fading behind you. He guided you into one of the stalls, the lock clicking into place to give you privacy.

"Don't ya wanna kiss a lil bit?" he asked with an obnoxiously dumb grin, his hands leaving his hips to go hold you in place, having you nicely tucked between his body and the stall.

Of course, it didn't take him too much to find your mouth after your answer was positive, and in less than a second, he was kissing you as if he hadn't kissed you in months, never dropping his smile.

The male bathroom of a livehouse wasn't the most romantic place to be kissing, to be honest, but it was the most private place of the building to do so. It smelt weird, like a mix of booze, smoke and testosterone. Well, at least the hundred sprays of Koga's AXE covered the smell.