I always want to talk about you. all the time. everyday.
/he watches, curious as you lean around him to grab the bag, and once the bouquet is held out to him, his face softens entirely, pure love and adoration etched into his features. hands reach to take it, fingers gently teasing the woven petals of the flower while his smile continues to grow. there’s nowhere else he’d rather be, no one else he’d rather be with but here with you. his palm finds your cheek, caressing it gently with his thumb before he leans in brushing his lips gently against the corner of your mouth in a sweet kiss, bouquet held close to his chest.
you always find more ways to make me fall in love with you.
/he thoroughly enjoys the intimacy that’s shared between you and him. it’s fulfilling to have you in his arms after being away. it feels familiar. he’s in his safe space. and you’re his comfort person. his full lips press another tender kiss upon your middle knuckle, listening carefully to your response. your remark makes him chuckle shyly.
he’s probably sick of hearing about me. but, i’m glad they were there for you…
/he plants two more kisses on your remaining knuckles. then, he leans over to grab a small gift bag. the tissue paper inside rustles from the shift.
souvenirs from me and mama kai.
/he removes the largest gift as the bag rustles. after, he extends the crochet bouquet towards you with a sweet smile.
they’ll last forever—like my love for you.
/the smile doesn’t go unnoticed, nor does the gentle skip his heart does over a beat. your smiles have always made his soul warm, soft and delicate when directed towards him. laughter bubbles past his lips, curling into the nip against his ear with a quiet tut and a playful swat at your chest, eyes low when he gazes away, his ears red from your attention. he grows quiet when you speak, watching with unwavering eyes as you kiss one knuckle, then another, fingers twitching lightly in your hold.
I did miss you.
/it’s a whisper, almost like he’s embarrassed to admit just how much, lips pursed in thought before a smile takes it’s place.
I had sleepovers with yuta, tae too at one point. probably talked his ear off about you
/he waits patiently while you settle in, enjoying the idle fingers that play with his soft locks. he smiles when you kiss his temple, basking in the warmth and scent of you. the proximity of the snuggles gives him a sense of relief and serenity. it’s familiar. he’s home. his lips meet your skin again, leaving a kiss before nipping at the lobe of your ear playfully. his voice is quiet and low, but smooth—like satin.
anything for you…
/his lips pepper kisses along the shell of your ear, before he leans back and reaches for your hand. holding it, his lips meet one of your knuckles, while his free hand palms the small of your back, underneath your shirt. as he moves to kiss the other knuckle, he asks
did you miss me, honey bunny?
what did you do while i was away?
/he wiggles a little, adjusting until he's completely comfortable, folding his legs over your lap and tucking his socked feet behind your calf, coiled around you as much as he's able. your breath warms where it fans over his skin, dimpling the flesh with shivers. his fingers play idly with the strands of your hair, a soft hum in the back of his throat when he brushes his lips against your temple to return the kiss, shy.
you've already made food.. and we're cuddling now.. maybe more kisses?
/his gaze never leaves you, fixated on the way you make your way over to him; curious as to how someone could be so cute merely existing in his space. once you’re seated, his large hands rest upon your slender hips. he leans in to brush his nose against the crook of your neck, inhaling your familiar scent with a peaceful expression. he briefly smooches the skin, chuckling as he moves to kiss at another spot. his voice is low as he mumbles in response.
a reward? what kind, kitten?