First they we're both lashing out at one another for some silly reason not even the two remembered, then Mo shoved Charles against the wall having the upper hand, the circumstances quickly turned into Charles's favour not too long after. Surprisingly, Mo took the initiative to finally break the tension between them, connecting their lips into a quick peck.

Charles took the chance to deepen the kiss, made it seem like the both were starving, Mo's teeth gently grazed the plumpy lips of the man he was kissing, his hands roamed coming to a stop at your sides. Charles on the other hand didn't knew where quite to hold onto, so their hands just clenched into fists, their knee stood between his legs to trap Mo against the wall.

It was all going too fast, at least for Mo's liking, while he enjoyed the kiss, something felt off for him, he had come to realization of who he was kissing, the guy he swore that just got on his nerves, the guy he claimed to hate, and he enjoyed the kiss for some unknown reason, at least he liked to pretend he didn't know why.

Mo shoved the other man away once he came to his senses, though not too agressively, he rubbed his mouth with the sleeves on his shirt staring at Charles as he tried to regain his breath.

“What the fuck are we doing?” He asked lowly more to himself than to the man in front of him, his voice sharp despite his tone.

“It's your fault, dammit..” He added as if he didn't have part in what had happened, his hands ran through his hair. It's not that he disliked it, but it didn't make any sense to him, first things first you were a guy, second the both of you apparently despised each other. Right?