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His chapped lips, although ghastly to one's eye, would probably be something that you would be addicted to.
He has thin and uneven chapped lips. Something contrary to being attractive in general, but somehow, he pulls it off really well.
What would always catch your attention is the small mole below his bottom lip, a little towards the left side. The black spot which contrasted against his pale skin, acting as a black hole, sucking you in it, a magnet that almost constantly asked for your attention. And you would give it willingly...staring, admiring, softly stroking the faint bump with your thumb and even give it a sweet little kiss.
But what's addicting is his kisses, small pecks that he would litter all over you affectionately. Sometimes, when both are together, you would be minding your own business, he would grab your hand and hold it with his, careful not to put all of his five fingers. He would gingerly rub circles or draw imaginary lines and just playfully fiddle with them. Then, he would bring your hand close to his face, closer to his barely puckered lips and then gently presses against it.
That one small action would be enough to break through whatever you were focusing on, your head immediately jerk towards him. He does not seem to mind though, in fact, he would feel accomplished, that one small action from his side could cause such a huge impact on you. He would looks at your with a soft gaze, his tired looking eyes fixates on your cute reactions, as he continues to sprinkle kisses on the tips of your fingers and trails them down to the back of your hand, around your wrist.
Each kiss that melts you, races your heart and flares a flock of butterflies.
But your would not notice the mischievous glint that masks behind his soft gaze, and before you know, he's much closer to you now. Your bodies are closer than before, faces inches away, heartbeats equally haphazard as his.
When he releases your hand from his hold, he looks down at you dearly, the softness in his gaze almost overwhelming for your heart.
This time, his head tilts and leans down to your neck, just softly grazing his lips against your skin, catching you off guard. The dry skin of his lips that would gently graze through your skin, the light scratch from the slightly rough surface of it would elicit a small gasp from you, boiling blood dispersing through your body which is evident on your flushed face.
With each gentle kiss, it would feel like an eruption of fireworks in that area, as it flowed through your body, making you shiver in delight. Then, as his lips trails up your face, you can feel the hot and humid air come closer and closer to your lips, the light sounds of the little pecks more evident in your ears.
Your heartbeat accelerates as you can small the familiar smell of coffee with a little bit of mint in his breath as his lips reaches the corner of your mouth, before he pulls away a little.
He would look down at you as he places one of his hand on your cheek, the thumb bent forward. He would coo at how small and precious your face would look within his huge slim and calloused hand, lovingly looking at all your beautiful and unique features he fell in love with. Then, with his other hand, he would place it behind your head and gently pull you close to him, before softly whispering your name.
His lips would finally come in contact with yours, and it would feel like everything is as it should be, every worry in the world, every burning pain in your body, every negative thought in your mind is gone. Just like that. It would feel like they were meant to be there, mingling with your soft and plush ones, his warm breath morphing your lips into a gentle caress, upon the slight sting from his chapped skin.
Putting you in place and ceasing you to let go, he would continue to intoxicate you with his lips slowly and lazily move with yours, keeping the pace consistent.
'Tis the kind of kiss that is soft and sweet, loving and gentle. Yet slow and possessive, flustering and passionate, leaving you breathless. The burning heat rising through you, the rising you feel throb through your ears...
He would tease you with such an affectionate and devious kiss, and you would fall for it, all the time.
Because deep down...you know...that you crave for it.