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The way Zenitsu leaves kisses, are sweet and are to be cherished.
They’re always laced with hesitance and shyness, no amount of time will allow him to loosen up the way he pecks Genya’s cheeks. Chapped lips always pressed onto his temple at a speed so fast because soon after, his hands will be over his cheeks and his face will be burning up, ineligible sounds escaping him.
Then there’s the nights where their affections aren’t public, where Zenitsu takes his time with where he wants to kiss upon Genya’s face.
Hands caressing his jaw and eyes tracing over every crevice of his face, eyelashes fluttering over the amber color of his eyes, pressing gentle kisses atop each of Genya’s eyelids and cherishing every part of his face and neck. Muttering sweet nothings and thankful comments after each little peck, it always leaves him feeling fluttery.
The way Genya kisses are rough, swelling with affection that the feeling of butterflies haunt him after thinking about it for a mere second.
Zenitsu enjoys every time Genya takes his time, decorating the blonde’s knuckles with kisses. Or maybe him leaving a butterfly-like peck upon the back of his ears.
There’s even a time where he’s caught the taller boy muttering about how he wants to “ kiss every little freckle on his stupid ass face ”. Zenitsu pretends that he hadn’t ever heard it, but he can’t help himself from thinking about Genya following through with the action.
It’s too soft! Too lovely!
All Zenitsu had known of kisses where from fairytales; the princess and prince exchanging one when they finally get their happy ending, or maybe the girl finally pecking the top of the frog’s slimy head—resulting in a mystical prince.
It’s nothing like fairy tales, nothing like the childhood rumors. There’s no ethereal Rapunzel waiting for him atop of the tower, but he’s got something pretty close to it.
“Stop it..” Zenitsu murmurs, teary eyes staring up at his boyfriend softly. In the blurry vision, he can see Genya pulling away from the soft kiss he left on his nose, a crooked smile on his lips as he smiles down at him.
It’s been a full hour of just Genya leaving soft pecks all over his face, as if truly kissing every little freckle on his cheeks.