A kiss was probably the last thing Fai was expecting at this point, although it was by no means unwelcome. By the time Iwai turned back around to let him finish tending to the scratches, Fai's heart was hammering and he had to sit there for a moment and try to focus on what he'd been doing.

Antibiotic cream. Scratches. Right.

The rest of the first aid process consisted of pressing gauze to Iwai's neck and tearing off bits of tape to form a little bandage, and when Fai was finished it didn't look like he'd done too bad of a job at all. At least the wounds wouldn't get infected and the bandage wasn't likely to fall off while Iwai slept.

"There we go. And now the shirt needs to come off~" Fai let the mischievous tone creep back into his voice and picked at the hem of Iwai's shirt, as if he were threatening to take it off of him himself.