eren likes to kiss your neck the most. he'll pull you into his lap and wind a possessive arm around your waist to hold you close, just to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. he grumbles when you move around a little too much. no stop, it surely doesn't tickle that much. god forbid he just wants to show you a little loving. he lets his teeth catch onto your skin, and then, like butter, you melt in his arms. there's something about it that drives him half-way insane. you in his arms, so malleable, and from what? just a few of his kisses? fuck— his ego inflates. it's probably because he loves the sight of marks littered across your neck and collarbones. and even if he doesn't decorate you with dark patches of his obsession, he loves the fact that he knows that he could. he could go wild and you would be all too happy to let him have his way. he's yours just as much as you are his.
armin likes to kiss your forehead the most. in the beginning of your relationship he had kissed you there out of bashfulness. your relationship was just so new and he was getting used to touching you. those kisses were usually sweet and light — posted on your temples like a little stamp of adoration. but now, he likes to kiss you hotly on your mouth, with a hand carding through your hair. he groans quietly but too easily when you bite at his lip, pressing your mouth deeper into his. when he finally gathers the impossible strength to move away, to part for air that he so wishes that he did not need, he quickly skims a kiss to your forehead, swollen lips just touching, and lets you lead him away by the hand to somewhere, somewhere.
connie likes to kiss your cheeks the most. he likes the downy feel of your face under his lips. every time he ever says the phrase "thanks, babe", it's always followed up with a peck to the apple of your cheek. sometimes it has a loud 'mmh-wah!' sound effect when he is feeling particularly playful; other times it's a kiss out of sheer habit. he'll kiss your left side before leaving a room, and when he comes back, he'll peck your right side in greeting, chuckling as your right eye scrunches due to his placement. it's casual affection that he has no qualms about in showing or sharing. he's soft and gentle and oddly delicate when it comes to you. a fool in love.
jean likes to kiss your hands the most. it probably stems from the fact that he likes to hold your hands a lot — an awful lot. he doesn't care about clamminess or sweat, only that your fingers are intertwined with his. from walking through crowds or rolling around in bed, he never gets tired of the sensation of your hand in his, steady and warm. and even when your hands are cold, he likes to clasp them anyway, insisting that he needs to heat you back up himself. you can't be having cold fingertips, it's bad circulation, he's concerned for you. it becomes natural for him to bring the back of your hand up to to his lips in a quick peck, sometimes for luck, sometimes just because he can. your palms aren't free from the princess treatment either, occasionally he'll lightly bite the flesh, just a nibble. he can't help it. why not? he likes that when he does you take his chin into your palm and pull him down, rougher than usual, to attach your mouth to his.
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