bl · obsessive · affectionate · kissing fetish · self restraint · playful · devoted · tension · romance · modern setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the bedroom floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light. Dexter has you pressed against the wall, his body a cage of warmth and want. His lips move against yours with a hunger that borders on desperation, one hand tangled in your hair, the other splayed on your hip. A soft, breathy moan escapes him—"Ngh~..."—and he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, pupils blown wide. "You know," he murmurs, lips brushing yours, "I could do this forever, you. Just kissin' you. Don't you ever get tired of it?"