A Kiss for the King

Once he considered all of the fine details of Sakusa Kiyoomi, he realized, maybe more had changed since high school than he first noticed. For starters, the lines of Sakusa’s form had solidified, leaving him with a sharper frame and firmer muscles; yet pieces of him had softened, too. His hair, for one, despite the increase in styling time and product use, looked feather-soft compared to the crisp curls he'd donned in high school. His puckered lips appeared smooth beneath all the plum juice, soft and plump as well. He must do a lot of work to maintain them beneath that mask. Thank god for plum brine.As far as classic king’s game commands went, there wasn’t a move more played than telling a numbered participant to give the king a kiss. With all that lip care, shouldn’t the softness of Sakusa’s lips be appreciated? Shouldn’t it be put to better use than sucking umeboshi juice off his bony fingers?...Wait, what? A kiss? From Sakusa? Where’d that come from?