a/n- donāt moles come from where angels kissed you? š³šāØ
Sakusa is a very selective man.
Thereās people he truly aims to avoid for the most arbitrary reasons. Hell, heād rather suffer in isolation rather than engage with persons he deemed unworthy of his time.
All of this proves how important you are to to him. As heās lying on the couch with you perched over him, spreading his face and neck with soft kisses.
When you lean in to kiss him-Sakusa doesnāt flinch, accepting and returning the gesture with no issue.
You pull back, and quite honestly, he misses the feeling of your lips on his. Kissing was an act he had previously found repulsive due to how efficient a gateway it is to spreading germs. But youāve changed his mind. At least a little bit. He supposes the risk is worth it, as long as youāre the only one he has do this with.
You brush your thumb over the two dots adorning his forehead.
āYou know where moles come from, right?ā
āOverdistribution of melanin.ā
āNo, genius,ā His brow rises. āthey come from when an angel kisses you.ā
āCute.ā He thinks to himself. Thatās always what you are to him. Cute. He doesnāt tell you that enough in real life.
You tap one spot, then the other below.
āYouāre so nice, they had to kiss you twice.ā
His expression remains stoic, and for a second you were willing to cut your losses with such dumb wordplay, until your chin is caught between his thumb and index finger.
Sakusaās face may provide no giveaways as to how heās feeling, but the faint blush on his cheeks speaks volumes.
He mumbles, before he leans in for a kiss.