Hey, if no one else has requested that billeted list of Taakitz kisses yet I would like to. Tell me about all the ways they’ve kissed.
on their third date taako and kravitz see a concert, and then afterwards they hit up a local bar for drinks. it’s a shitty place, like, kinda dirty, and the alcohol is way overpriced - but tucked into the far corner, pressed against one wall, is its one saving grace: a pool table.
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kravitz has already had a glass and a half of too-sour wine, he’s feeling pleasantly buzzed, and taako is so very good at riling him up. all he has to do is tilt his head towards the game and smirk, and oh, kravitz is in.
taako racks up the balls while kravitz chalks his stick. (“that’s what he said,” taako says. kravitz snorts and says, “gross!”) right as kravitz goes to line up his shot, taako pauses him with a warm hand on his shoulder.
"why don’t we make this a little more… interesting?” he says, smiling like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.
“what did you have in mind?” kravitz asks.
taako presses his lips together and hums like he’s thinking. his eyes flick up kravitz’s construct and back down. kravitz resists the urge to shiver. taako says, “if i win… i want your shoes.”
kravitz is startled into laughter. “what?”.
“you heard me, handsome. i kick your ass and those kicks are mine.”
and listen. taako is so very handsome in the bar’s low light, and kravitz does love a good wager; if he loses he figures he can just conjure up another pair of shoes. so he raises a brow and says, “and if i win?”
taako grins and says, “you won’t!”
“but if i do?” kravitz presses. “what do i win?”
taako winks and trails his hand down kravitz’s arm and says, “that’s up to you.”
kravitz’s heart thuds twice in his chest, and while he’s distracted by that sudden turn of events, taako takes the opportunity to steal his pool cue.
they play. kravitz is good! taako is better. he defeats the grim reaper handily, then extends one hand with a dramatic flourish, batting his eyelashes. “my winnings?”
kravitz laughs and says, “i feel like i’ve been played, somehow?”
taako grins. “oh, you definitely were.” he wags his hand, still extended. “now come on, pay up!” he wiggles his fingers for emphasis.
“what are you even going to do with them? i don’t think they’ll fit you,” kravitz says as he hands them over.
“who knows!” taako says, admiring his prize, “maybe i’ll sell ‘em. is this real leather?”
“oh, are they on the market, then?” kravitz says. “how much?”
taako taps a finger to his chin, considering. “i dunno, bones, what’re you offering? make me a deal.”
kravitz leans in close, and tries not to grin when he feels taako’s breath hitch. “a kiss?”
“mmm,” taako’s voice is several octaves too high, a fact which gives kravitz no small satisfaction. “no deal,” he says.
kravitz places a proprietary hand on taako’s waist. “two?”
“only two?” taako says, ears flicking. “market rate’s at least - at least double, you’ll have to do better than that.”
taako says, “why don’t you just, uh - how ‘bout you start mackin’ and ch’boy will tell you when he’s had enough, huh?”
“you drive a hard bargain,” kravitz tells him, and presses their lips together.