💋, 🌡 (jordan hehe)
💋 Kiss my muse’s neck
Maybe Jordan being part of his life was not a blessing but a test from the universe. Maybe they had been sent to teach him a lesson, to try his patience and see how long it would take him to break. Maybe they were a curse because he was a terrible person in a past life or something. Or maybe, just maybe, they were the best thing that had ever happened to him. “You’re killing me” He groaned when he felt the other’s lips down his neck, doing his best not to pull them up and just end his suffering by kissing them back.
🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention
“I told you I’m fine” He had lost the count of times Jordan had tended to his wounds, yet it seemed that no matter how much insist, the other would simply ignore him and clean his wounds until they were satisfied with the result. “You know, I did try to keep my mouth intact, you’ve been talking so much about not being able to kiss with a broken lip” He commented, smiling a little because now it seemed like they had another reason not to kiss him.
