World Ends With You, 777/Neku, go fetch
777 looks after the collar Neku's thrown then back at him, expression flat. "You're kidding," he says.
"Yeah," Neku admits, and digs through his pocket for 777's actual collar and holds it out. "Just wanted to see if you'd do it." He shrugs awkwardly, retreating a little into his shirt collar.
"Hey, better ways to call in a favour," 777 says. He steps forward and takes hold of Neku's jawline, tipping his head up for a kiss. Neku's breath catches, and 777 slips a leg in-between Neku's, mostly to get him interested and partly to hear him gasp, because he likes that sound. He makes a lot of them, for someone who's been pretty invested in erasing noise, and he whines when 777 pulls away.
777 shakes his head, amused. "No, not like that," he says, eyes sparking. "C'mon, now."
Neku's look is incredibly unimpressed. "Jerk," he mutters, and shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot before looking back up at him. "Please," he says, moving closer.
777 grins, and puts an arm around his shoulders. "Sure. Let's go somewhere more comfortable first, though, huh?"