Zion swiftly shifted their position, lifting Suga onto the table and pushing the bowl of fruit aside with his other hand. He reached into it, picked out a grape, and brought it to Suga's lips, which parted immediately to accept it.
"Sweet. Right?"
"...A little sour, but I like it."
Zion smiled and slipped another grape between Suga's lips, only to lean in and kiss him before Suga had even finished chewing.
The sweetness and slight tartness of the grape lingered between them as their saliva mingled, and Suga instinctively wrapped his arms around Zion's neck, trying to steal the half-chewed grape from his mouth with his tongue. Zion caught his tongue between his teeth in a teasing bite, swallowed the grape, and then drew Suga's tongue deeper into his mouth, sucking on it slowly.
