kissy booth for rosinante please ><
The Kissing Booth - Rosinante / Corazon for Louise8803
Word count: 900+
Notes: Thank you so much for your ask!! I love this man, and he's just a delight to write for. I hope you enjoy your kiss, Louise!!
The familiar prick of candifloss was soured by the waft of cigarettes and singed hairs. A disgruntled conversation between two men bickered with one voice dominating while the other participant remained quiet. You tilted your head to make out a further utterance of the conversation before a participant un-ceremoneously was dropped onto the stool in front of you.
“There is an empty chair here, beloved brother,” the voice sighed in annoyance before turning towards you, “What is this? A… A kissing booth?” He chuckled at the sign, prompting you to roll your shoulders back and sit upright in your stool.
“It is,” you utter firmly, “And it’s not a free seat. This is raising funds for a charity, and you have no right to simply take-.” Your voice was cut off by the sound of rustling paper thrusting itself into the glass jar by your side alongside the tinkering of coins brushing against the base of the glass. “I have found myself in a charitable mood,” the voice chuckled warmly down at you from an unknown height, “It is not found often, so count your blessings on all fingers and toes tonight. I have struck down men for less than that, kitten. For now,” the voice stoops close to your ear, purring in its tone while the scent of a floral-forward cologne strikes you in the nose, “I have paid you out for several moments of entertainment for my younger brother. You will take care of him while he sits still and causes no mischief.”
The man close to your ear rises to taller stature and moves to your guest sitting opposite and whispers a departing commandment of, “Try not to set yourself on fire this time, mi corazon,” before leaving the vicinity all together.
The air was thick, awkward, and more silent than you had anticipated. Your guest offered you no conversation or inkling of starting one at all, prompting you to lace your fingers together and toy with your thumbs against one another. It was only when you felt a small amount of pressure on your shoulder that you jolted back into reality.
“Hello?” you asked your guest softly while reaching for his hand. Your fingers made contact with what you assume were his before he pulled them away from you. You frowned before retracting your digits away from him, “I don’t… bite. If that’s what you’re worried about. Nor do I judge anyone for any-.”
“-I don’t want a kiss out of obligation.”
The voice called you out of your circling inner thoughts spilling from your lips. That deep baritone wrapped in a whispery hoarseness had you by the throat the longer you attempted to listen to him. You felt him shift in his seat before your nose picked up on tobacco and mint leaves with a warm cologne that had your head swimming in a sweet dizziness.
“I want you to kiss me because you want to.” He was much closer than you’d pictured. His breath tingled against your lips, the way you felt his gaze on you had you almost self conscious, yet your body continued to lean in. “I want you to kiss me, don’t get me wrong. I’ve been watching you with the others, and your kisses seem so sweet…”
Your guest’s hand came to rest on your cheek, holding you still while his lips were held a breath away from your own. You could almost taste his kiss: greasepaint on the air while that mint scent continued to tingle your skin with every breath of longing you held towards him. A warm laugh floated onto you that had you immediately at ease as you continued to give yourself over to the emotions he invoked in you.
“So sweet,” he whispered against you while you felt you had no choice but to whine. “Do you want to kiss me?”
“Yes,” you whimpered as his hand continued to hold you stationary, “I want to kiss you.”
“Not out of obligation?”
“No,” you nodded while leaning in, “I want to because I desire it. Please.” The man clicked his tongue down at you while chuckling, causing you to almost pout before his lips completely ingulfed your own.
Passion.
Raw passion with need pooling from every swirl of his tongue colliding against yours.
His kiss was deep, enthusiastic, sultry, and raw - yet continuing to withhold full strength to not frighten you. He pulled an unintentional moan from your throat, causing you to chastise yourself while your hands blindly sought out his collar to pull him in closer. There was a large difference in size between you, that much was completely certain. He was far larger than you assumed him to be, yet his kiss was truly perfect.
Once he pulled away, his quiet chuckle continued to warm the air while you heard the rustling of material gliding from his persons. A piece of cloth touched your lips and began to gingerly swipe at your lips, nose, and cheeks while you could feel that tangible smile roll down at you from his much taller frame.
“I… Got a little messy there,” he smiled down at you, “Sorry, dove. If, uh… If you want to come and find me after you finish here, I’d love to talk to you a little bit?” He placed the handkerchief, or what you assumed was a handkerchief, into your hands and drew your thumb over the embroidered silk to find the initials alongside a heart woven into the fabric.
“To… Talk?” you clarified with your brow furrowing at the top of your blindfold in puzzlement, “After a kiss like that, you… Just want… To talk?”
Your guest hummed sweetly before reaching down and taking your hand in his larger one, thumbing over your knuckles and giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Of course. I don’t talk to just anyone.”
