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It’s too good to stop.
Hearing Isak moan against his lips, feeling his lips on his, having his arms around him makes it impossible to stop. Even loses himself in the kiss, breathes and lives everything Isak.
Isak, Isak, Isak.
Isak in a shirt, dressed up for their first Christmas together, their apartment decorated and with a tree taking up too much space, Isak setting the table, making sure everything is set right and proper, with napkins on the plates, them cooking dinner together in their small kitchen, working seamlessly together like they always do.
It’s so perfect, so domestic and right that Even’s chest can’t contain everything he’s feeling, how happy he is. He simply has no choice but to kiss Isak, to pull him in, let him feel how much this means to him.
Isak comes willingly, like he always does. Loses every thought of responsibility and becomes a perfect teenage-boy against Even’s body.
Until he pulls back, his face scrunched like he’s confused. Even is just about to dive back in, can’t look away from Isak’s lips, when Isak says, “Do you smell that? It smells like something’s burning?”
Shit.