- depending on the day, mashiros kisses can vary from sweet and gentle to mischievous and passionate
- with his nature of keeping to himself, he's not used to being the one to initiate acts of affection and tends to rather wait for you to make the first move
- and here is where i would offer : clingy mashiro !! not overbearing kind of clingy though
- he craves and relishes the kisses you give him, and if he's come to the conclusion that you havent been pampering him enough, he is following you around like a lost puppy, impatiently to be coddled <3
your ministrations came to a halt when a pair of arms wrap around your waist. turning your head to the side, youre greeted with the sight of mashiro, his lips slightly turned downwards. you already know whats ringing in his mind just from his body langue and the fact that he has been trailing you for the past 10 minutes. letting out a short snort, you fully turn to him before wrapping your arms around his shoulder.
"what up, shiro?" you feel his arms somewhat tighten, pulling you closer to him, making your chests meet. mashiro huffs, "kiss me." he demands. you couldnt hold back the snicker you tried to conceal as you squish his cheeks. his brows furrow, sharp golden eyes telling you ,,dont make fun of me'' for a second when he catches the telltale signs of playfullness swirling in your eyes before his usual smile is present when he feels your lips against his.
mashiro revels in the warmth you provide, the softness of your lips that was clouding his brain like he's floating. in moments like these he feels at peace, like he's home. mashiro supposes that in your arms, he is home. whenever he's in the confines of your presence, all his worries wash away and all he can focus on is you nothing else matters when he's with you.
when you pull back, youre quick to notice the blush that spreads across his cheeks to the tips of his ears. one kiss isnt enough for the black haired male though. "more! more!" mashiro proceeds to chant with a wide grin. with an amused smile, you went back for another.
- the soft and light kisses of mashiro is practically cure for any headaches you had the moment prior to his lips meeting your forehead
- you two would be laying on the bed together, your arms and wrapped around his frame like a koala while his hand traces patterns on your thigh, the other holding your hand for comfort
- while you were snoring peacefully after a long tiring day, mashiro is left to admire your relaxing figure
- he feels something tug at his heartstrings when he hears you mutter his name in your sleep with such a cute smile
how dare you, really? well- correction, how could you? how, even when youre not awake, are you able to make butterflies erupt in his stomach. mashiro thinks its sorcery, maybe witchcraft. but in the back of his mind he knows the real reason on why you so easily have him wrapped around your finger.
fingers that are laced together with his, one that he brings close to his lips as he presses fleeting kisses on each of their pads. with an embarrassed sigh, mashiro buries his face in the palm of your hand.
he peeks through the gaps of your finger when he feels you moving. he lets out a quiet hum when you pull him closer, burying your face to his chest. mashiro chuckles while he brushes the stray strands of hair restraining him from gazing at your beautiful face. bending a little, he closes his eyes before he leaves a kiss goodnight on your forehead.
he buries fingers in your hair, giving you a light scratch. with heavy lidded eyes, mashiro whispers a quiet "sleep well, pretty." one that only the moon of the night heard.
i was planning on adding a sort of suggestive part but i backed out lmao
