… ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏᴇᴍ - ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
How your lovers kiss you, where, how much, and how they react if you kiss them. A post about a million kisses, basically.
Maybe, probably, there will be a part two!
Feat: Hector, Eddie, Volt
HECTOR
The one who would spend hours and days kissing you; and if you allow him to, he gladly will. Paradise.
His lips on your body are prayers and flowers, and they chase every goosebump and shiver blooming on your skin, the sighs and soft moans that leave your beautiful mouth, the chuckles and smiles that light up your face. And Hector wants to see it all, and even more.
Before every kiss session, he shyly asks for your permission; every single time is like the first one for him, in terms of excitement, and he wants to be sure you will be fine with it. Yes, even if he already kissed you hundred times before, he wants to hear you giving him full access to your perfect body and feel your hands dragging him closer, against your chest. And from that moment, he doesn't have to put any limit in showing you his devotion.
Nothing is better than your neck, at least for start; nothing is sweeter than putting the lips on your pulse point and feeling the energy of life pumping and answering the call, and sensing the skin heating up as the kisses fall down like raindrops. Gently holding the back of your head with a hand and stroking your back with the other, Hector takes his time savoring the entire column with tender, slow, long kisses, briefly descending on your collarbones - or lingering on them, if he feels you gasp and quiver -, but for sure the neck is one of his favorite parts to worship you; the other is your belly, the soft area that tenses and relaxes under his care, where he can find a shelter every time he needs for it, or bury the face against your skin and bask in your warmth while whispering thank you and falling in love with you even more.
Your mouth? Oh, it is a temple he doesn't have the courage to approach yet. But in the future, he could.
... And if you tell him you would like to repay his attentions with the same coin? Chaos. Pure, utter chaos, with Hector not being able to hold your gaze or say a word, his property of speech reduced to a mess of half words, his face on fire and in a bath of sweat at the same time.
Go easy with him, and don't be scared if he risks faint the first time you put your lips on his. He'll get used to it, with the time - maybe.
EDDIE
The one who doesn't kiss you as frequently as you kiss him, but always in the moments you need it the most.
He rolls his eyes and whispers a "... what?" when you stare at him, speechless and stunned, after a sweet, light kiss landed on your cheek or forehead at the end of a rough day of work in the Breaker Box - or the moment right before you would fall asleep; but it doesn't escape you the shadow of a grin on his face, that Eddie immediately tries to hide when you throw your arms around his neck and give him a long smacker on the lips.
"Hmpf... Stop, come on, don't get too heated up for a small peak..."
"Then give me another one!"
"Keep dreaming, little spark..."
Yes, and still he doesn't say no if you want to cover his face in kisses - well, not that he explicitly asks for it, but doesn't stop you from doing it, especially if you kiss him gently on his hands. Eddie will never tell you so, but when you put your soft lips on his knuckles or fingertips, not minding his callouses but, on the contrary, giving them some genuine love and care, he's struck by a million sensations and feels his inside melting and ready to burst at the same time, and only his mastery in self control prevents him from literally moan for more and give you another reason to tease him for. These are the moments that unlock the best mouth kisses you've ever dreamed of: long, sweet, where nothing is rushed but reached gradually, naturally, fully.
If he could, Eddie would eat every gift leaving your lips: your smile, your laugh, and the light in your eyes when you blush, when you see him coming and open your arms to him. He would feed on it, just to give you the triple of happiness you feel.
But like this is enough - even more than enough.
VOLT
He was made for kissing you, basically.
I repeat: he was made for kissing you.
Volt's mouth is at your service, always: to chant your praises, to titillate your cheeks with compliments, to whisper visions of pleasure in your ear, to keep you company at night and lead you in peaceful, wonderful dreams...
... And to chain your skin to the hottest, unholiest sensations you could ever imagine, and without you even complaining about it.
Of course Volt takes advantage of every dance session he has with you: grazing your forearm after and before a bold twirl, just to take your breath away; leaving a slow kiss on your neck or shoulder in the middle of a slow, sensual tango, or giving you a soft peak on the ear when you detach from one another. It's stronger than him, nothing is over until he makes you feel his lips on you and chuckles for your reaction, commenting on how stunning and alluring you are with your lips parted in surprise, and murmuring to himself - but loud enough expressly for you to hear - if he has to desert the club to take you somewhere else and test you in other places, or if it's wiser to leave it for the after night show. It depends on you.
The same confidence and ability in making your heart and thoughts race when you are the one kissing Volt or taking him somewhere private, but... is that a deep blush, right on his cheeks? And the crack here and there in his tone? Ooooh, someone is flustered just a little bit, especially if you choose to not lose any second and attack his chest, the exact spot the clothes cannot reach but your mouth can exploit as much as it likes. Soft jolts and gasps reveal you are doing great, even more if you start to tease around the edge of the shirt in quick smacks, and then let the tongue slip underneath and lick what's still hidden, just to add to the torment and have more fun at his expanses.
Let's call it payback.
"Look at you, live wire... I didn't suspect you were capable of such mischievous acts... better for me to pay more attention around you, from now on..."
"Yes, better for you. Next time I could be even more mischievous and merciless... see you around then!"
"Oh, so you are leaving me like this? How cruel of you, Y/N..."
Proper counter measures will follow this funny behaviour; you both know, and wait, for them.
