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You sit on the sofa in your hotel room with Arvid, both on your phones. Standing up for a moment, you look down at him, “I want to try something,” he grins at you from his seat. “For a TikTok, okay? We don’t need to post it…” You drag him up by his arms into standing, setting your phone up on the windowsill. “Hold your arms out like this,” you look at him with a smile, “stay here.”
The video begins, and Arvid looks into the camera with a sly smirk. You put your hands on the back of his neck, going in for a deep kiss. His lips feel soft and hot against yours, giving in with no fight. His arms fall down to your slides, fingers subconsciously drawing circles on the skin there. His kiss is languid, continuing on and on.
You pull away from him, moving your hands up to cup his cheeks instead. There's so much love in his eyes when he looks at you, the green outer ring of his eye glimmering in the light. You press a quick kiss to each cheek, feeling him flush warm beneath your lips, goofy smile widening.
“Okay,” you walk over, retrieving your phone, “You may have gotten a little carried away.” he looks over your shoulder as you look down at your phone. The loss of composure is clear, the second your lips are on him, he melts. He gives a slight grin in embarrassment, eyes darting to the floor. “Baby,” you look him in the eye, “It’s so cute. Please don’t be embarrassed.”
He comes around at the adoring look in your face, clearly loving it. “If you’d like to,” he sits down again, “you can post it. Think I deserve some presence on your feed by now, no?” you smile at that, wrapping him in a hug. “Thank you, baby,” he rubs his hands over your back, shoving his chin into your shoulder and exhaling.
When you pull away he presses a quick kiss to your forehead, sitting down beside him. He's beautiful like this, his eyes, his hair, his skin. Everything about him makes you giddy like you have a crush all over again.
You take your hand in his and intertwine your fingers, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I love it when you kiss me,” he smiles at you, “gives me butterflies.” you continue.
“Well, might need to do it more often, then,” he chuckles, squeezing your hand in his palm, “I’m free, if you…” you turn your head away in embarrassment, unable to look at him. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him. “Love you, so much,” you turn into him again, giving him a peck on the lips.