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Thud!
The sound of the front door slamming closed and whispered curses is what rouses you from your brief slumber on the couch. Through bleary eyes, you push your body up from the plush armrest and focus your eyes on the figure that stumbles its way into your view.
He looks somewhat of a mess; his jacket for the night draped over his shoulder and his hair touseled beyond compare from being pushed back through the night. His eyes are hidden behind his thick black frames but those baby blues still pierce through the glass and remain solely focused on you.
And yet, through his clearly drunken demeanor, he seems to light up the whole room with his beautiful smile as he approaches your groggy figure.
"Baby," Phainon mumbles, slurring over his own consonants. You barely get a second to prepare yourself before his body slumps over your own. He's heavy; all of his body weight presses into you as his face buries itself into the crook of your neck. The smell of alcohol mixed with the signature scent of his cologne fills your senses, but you find it strangely comforting.
"I missed you so much," your lover whispers into your skin, nuzzling the softness of your exposed shoulder. One of your hands reaches up to run through his hair, the other gently patting the broad expanse of his back.
"How did your night go?" You ask, sleep still laced into your words. "I'm guessing you got into another drinking competition with Mydei again."
"Mm," Phainon hums into your neck. His white hair tickles your sensitive skin, but you don't have the heart to pull him away from you. "Yeah… I won, by the way. He didn't stand a chance against me tonight."
Your lover lifts himself from your body and you can fully see him in the warm glow of your lamp. His eyes, beautifully blue, are half lidded from the alcohol and his cheeks are dusted a light rosy hue from intoxication. And yet, it doesn't stray away from his handsome features, especially when you hold his gaze this entire time. His eyes glisten from the lighting in the room, shining brilliantly like little stars that only twinkle and dance for you.
He's cute and so utterly handsome; would he be able to handle a compliment like that in this state?
"Can I kiss you, my love?" Phainon mumbles underneath his breath, words almost too quiet for you to hear. But, like the softest hum of an orchestra's pianissimo, they reach you nonetheless. "Don't I deserve a reward for winning tonight?"
Perhaps it was the way he pleaded to you in both his expression and words, or maybe it was the way he looked so beautiful even when drunk off of however many drinks he downed tonight, but you give in to his simple request.
His soft lips find yours in a heartbeat, the taste of alcohol on the tip of his tongue but not in a way that deters you away. Rather, it's enticing and merely urges you on to get more of that addictive flavor. Despite his drunken demeanor, his kiss is rather gentle and light, almost afraid of hurting you if he kissed you too hard. It makes you laugh; a puff of air exhales through your nose and Phainon pulls away at the reaction.
"Was it that bad?" He asks almost immediately. His lips, the ones you so desperately want to kiss, jut out in a slight pout and the cute sight makes your heart soar. "I'm sorry, darling."
"No, silly, " you coo as your fingernails lightly trail across his cheek. Your heart flutters as his warmth leans into your mere touch and, without a word, he nuzzles his face into the palm of your hand. "I'm laughing because you're being so gentle like the first time you ever kissed me. It's like you're scared of me."
This only deepens the pout on your lover's lips. He holds the hand caressing his face with his own before bringing it to his mouth. A simple kiss is pressed against the skin of your inner wrist and butterflies come to life in your stomach. "It's not my fault you're so pretty, my love," Phainon says as his gaze flits down to your own lips. "I never know if I can restrain myself fully when I'm with you."
Rough hands delicately hold your face as if you would break under his trembling touch. Sky blue eyes meet your gaze again and, like the ocean crashing onto the cliffs overlooking the endless sea, you've fallen in love with him all over again.
"Would it be okay if I redeemed myself?"
"Of course, you don't need to ask."
And he's kissing you once more, this time with much more fervor than before. His lips move against your own in a rhythm that you could recognize with your eyes closed. It's a shift from the careful kiss from before with each ardent caress of his lips growing with more and more passion as his love pours from his body into yours.
"I love you so much… You are my entire world, my love," Phainon whispers in between the flurry of kisses against your lips. His hand cups your jaw and holds you to him until he was truly satisfied with sharing his affections with you. Only after he was satiated with the love bursting from between the two of you does he finally pull away.
"You are my dawn."
Even with his face flushed more than ever, the thick black frames that sit perfectly on his nose sit crooked from the kisses and it makes you giggle at how boyishly charming your lover is. The tips of his ears are a shade of pink that you've come to love, and it only burns deeper once your fingers gently adjust his glasses to sit properly on his face.
Beautiful blue skies peer into your own eyes filled with nothing but devotion that you have uncovered with your own heart. He is entirely, fully besotted with you with evidence written all over his face. The warmth of his forehead gently leans against yours and you find yourself wrapping your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the ends of his hair.
"I love you too, Phainon. There's no one else I would choose to love other than you."
As if your words held all of the answers to the questions swimming in his head, your lover lights up even more with a smile that sends your heart racing. He's so pretty, so ethereal and you cannot believe he is all yours to love. His eyes flit all over your face as an attempt to absorb every inch of your visage into his memory.
"Can I have one more kiss. Please?"
And you concede to his request, allowing your white haired lover to share one more kiss with you in the gentle light of your lamp. But one kiss turns into two, and two into three, and you find yourself kissing your lover all throughout the night until both of your hearts were satisfied and bursting with nothing but pure adoration for one another.
Not that you mind when he is all yours and heaven too.