You Can Only Say The Right Thing

Lucien swallowed hard. Ronan pinned him with a sharp gaze. If Lucien dared to say something wrong, that gaze might just cut him into pieces. And yet, Lucien still had to say it. Even if it was a lie, even if it hurt him to even say it out loud, he had to say it.

"I don't..."

Swift like a predator, Ronan got to his feet, pulled Lucien toward himself, and planted a kiss against Lucien's lips. The latter gaped at the former in disbelief. He rubbed at his lips and tried again.

"Ronan, I..."

Ronan kissed him again, this time it took longer for him to release Lucien. The redhead had to literally claw at Ronan's back and smack hard at his chest to get away from him. 

"..."

Ronan raised an eyebrow at Lucien, smiling innocently as if he did not just silence the other man twice in a row.

"Yes? What did you want to say?"

Lucien stepped away from Ronan, his face sour with indignation.

"I... Mmphh!"

BANG!