tis the season

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IT'S THE MISTLETOE MEME!!

congratulations, you and some other poor suspecting fool are trapped under the mistletoe and only a kiss will set you free.
enjoy your holiday hijinks.

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[iuno]

[ SIGH!!!! he can't believe they're doing this, it's stupid!!! ]

God— alright. Fine, just. Come here—

[ grabbing a fistful of his shirt collar, because if Peter wants to play along with this then he's coming down to Juno's level. ]

[stilettoes]

[ it's totally stupid, that's why you're going along with it. much to peter's barely detectable delight as juno grabs him by the shirt and yanks him down, a little off balance because despite being able to feel that impulse coming, it's juno. and maybe he just happens to like being thrown off by him still. ]

Well, now, that's the spirit, [ does he ever shut up? rarely, but he will now, letting his hands trail along the collar of juno's shirt, fingers skimming up to cup the bottom of his jaw tenderly before he kisses him.

and it starts off soft, a very light brush of lips against lips before maybe he presses a little further into it. you know. just to make sure he absolutely makes a mess on juno's mouth for his own self-satisfaction like a smug cat that goes around shedding its hair on everything it brushes up against. except this is lipstick and not cat hair. ]

[iuno]

[ every time Peter kisses him, it's the same little match-strike spark in his head, not burning but still enough to keep warm by. he's absolutely hopeless for him, he knows that; sighing into the first soft press of his mouth, and utterly content to let Peter smear lipstick on him as if everyone in the Nest needs a neon sign to let them know what Juno's been up to.

when the kiss is done and they separate to draw breath, he doesn't let go of Peter's shirt. ]

Hm. [ he's thinking. ] Still not sure I can move yet.

[ look, he doesn't need an excuse to be kissed, but he HAS one. ]

[stilettoes]

[ the enthusiasm doesn't go unnoticed, peter eats up every noise with a hum of his own, pressing in close just towards the tail end of it, feeling juno pull away just enough to keep them eye to eye. there's a very much detectable swell of thrill that washes through him as he lets his hands find purchase down by juno's waist. he holds them there softly, thumbing just against his ribs as he steps even closer. ]

My apologies, [ leaning in, the soft brush of the tip of his nose sending his entire brain keening from such a simple little gesture. ] I believe that was entirely my fault. Let me try once more, hm?

[ this time a little deeper, not so much testing as primed and ready to go, the touch of juno's mouth to his like key to ignition, fuel to hungry flame that he doesn't waste time dancing around but kissing like he wants to offer himself up for immolation. if a car's engine rev is a sign of just how eager it is to get out on the road, peter nureyev is a sleek cherry red thing that just needs a lovetap to the accelerator before it kicks off. ]