Ran let his hand fall to the countertop under the pressure from Yohji's fingers. He looked down at them, new knowledge about how it felt to be touched by them intimately making him draw in a shallow breath. Ran's whole body, in fact, had stilled; a warning sign.

The next moment, despite the gunshot wound hobbling him, he twisted his own fingers through Yohji's and spun them both around, pressing the taller, lanky man back into the counter. Though his lips were straight, the smile had reached his eyes. His hips had Yohji's pinned.

"I already agreed to our bet." He leaned a hand on the counter to Yohji's side, close enough to feel the other man's heartbeat.

Fuck. He had never thought to see Yohji's green eyes trained on him like that, in earnest.

...he'd done his best to avoid it.

...he'd wanted him since...don't admit it.

Ran spun off of him, back to the counter, picking up the money again without looking sideways to see the blonde's reaction. "I'm good on my word."