but you're here, that's the thing

“What else can I do to make you feel better, Yuyu?”

His answer immediately pops in his head, but he pretends to think about it to give himself time to work up the courage to ask. Finally, he raises his head, doing his best to give Jo puppy dog eyes – Jo can’t resist. Yuma knows the stuttered breath leaving his mouth has nothing to do with being sick and a lot more to do with being nervous as he slightly pouts and asks, “Kisses?” Jo tenses up, his eyes searching Yuma’s. Then, Jo’s eyes drop to his lips, where Yuma’s tongue has darted out to wet them. His eyes darken but he does nothing. Yuma won’t beg – he does enough of the chasing, he thinks, and if Jo really wants him, he’ll show it. The tension of the moment softens quickly as Jo plants a kiss on Yuma’s forehead. “I’ll tell you what,” he murmurs, moving to pepper kisses over Yuma’s face. “If you’re not sick tomorrow –” a kiss on Yuma’s nose, “-- and I know that you really want this –” a kiss to each of the apples of his cheeks, “I’ll give you all the kisses you want, okay?” he finishes, placing a soft kiss at the corner of Yuma’s lips.