yeah… i’m in hitoshi hours
hitoshi swears he could never get tired of kissing you.
the way your eyes almost light up when he leans in, how you lean into his touch when he reaches out to hold your face or gravitate towards him when he brings you to sit in his lap. he can never get enough of it.
every response you give him in the midst is like arrows through his heart, whether those be verbal or otherwise. to know he can make you feel good just by kissing you is something he takes great pride in.
not as if he were to brag, but he knows he’s good at it too.
that the chapstick he often applies makes his lips soft, how his consistency of drinking coffee keeps them warm too. it adds to the appeal, he thinks — and he’s never once denied you of a kiss if you want one.
it’s so easy to get lost in it with you, let out small appreciative noises when you squeeze his shoulders or give small tugs to his hair.
those only encourage him, run his hands under your shirt after a mewl of consent is sent his way and his lips part to allow you more access to his mouth. he could spend hours like that with you, on the teetering edge of something more but not quite there yet.
by the time it comes, both of you already looked spaced out. swollen lips, disheveled hair, clothes where they don’t naturally sit.
but hitoshi looks at you as if it’s the first time he’s seen you that way — so open for him, vulnerable. it makes him never want to stop, to devour you with his eyes alone.
doing so can wait until another time however, especially when you’re pulling your shirt over your head and telling him to do the same. he isn’t one to keep you waiting, proven by how quick he is to oblige and carry you swiftly towards the bedroom.
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