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Tweek tries to keep his hands to himself, he really does.
Luckily for him, it seems Craig also had trouble keeping his hands to himself. Not necessarily with other people but just with him. Tweek struggled a little bit with that, he often expressed himself through physical touch, whether it be shaking one of his friends by the shoulders when panicked or gripping onto their arm and jumping when excited. He struggled the most when it was with Craig, he knew basic things like he wouldn’t be able to touch his friends face without asking but Craig was a different situation.
Craig was his boyfriend; touching was practically a rule of all relationships. He was worried that Craig would think he was too clingy and leave him at first, but he soon learned Craig was far clingier than he was, he constantly texted him everyday that he missed him, even if they had just spent the whole day together and he always took any opportunity to touch Tweek in some way.
He always held his hand when next to each other, always hugged him as a greeting, and Tweek was sure that once they shared their first kiss, Craig would never not kiss him. He secretly couldn’t wait for that day to come.
Currently, though, he was working in his parents’ shop, the day was slow, only one or two people coming in every hour, the rest of the time he’d be moping and cleaning up the shop. He liked days like this, it was calming and quiet. He heard the door ring as it opened, looking up and smiling when he saw Craig walk through it. They both smiled at each other as they walked up to one another.
They hugged tightly and Tweek felt chills go up his spine. “Hey Craig.” He breathed out, not pulling away from the hug. “Hi, babe.” Craig buried himself deeper into the hug. One struggle about the two being clingy was that they never wanted to be the first to pull away. Unfortunately, Craig didn’t care if he was late for events or anything of the sort, so Tweek was always the one to pull away first after who knows how long.
“I missed you.” Craig said, sighing when Tweek pulled them apart but keeping their hands linked. “It hasn’t even been—mgh a day, man! You visited me this morning!” Tweek laughed. “Too long.” Craig shook his head, bringing Tweek in for another hug that Tweek knew he’d have to break. For now, though, he’d enjoy the warm embrace and the way Craigs cheek pressed against his. Tweek closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of Craig. Tweek noticed the way Craig face felt so soft against his, so he pulled them apart and curiously cupped Craigs tan face with his shaky hands.
“Oh wow, your face is so soft.” Tweek spoke, caressing Craig, practically addicted to the feeling of his fingers brushing back and forth on the others face. Craig hummed, placing his own hands on top of Tweeks and closing his eyes at the comforting sensation. “Ugh, dude why are you gah—being so gay?” Tweek joked, but he didn’t remove his hands from Craigs face.
As Tweeks thumb rubbed gently over Craigs skin, he knew he never wanted this moment to end.