— KIT
✱ ⋮ “What do you know about asking cuddles, though?” He raised his eyebrows, his lower lip jutting out to a soft pout. “You barely even ask, we barely even ask..” He nodded a few times in response, his arms around Ian, face pressed against his chest. “Not like it matters. I really just love cuddling you.” Nothing made Kit to feel more at home than being in his arms. Ian’s reply made the smaller male chuckle softly, his nose nuzzling the skin just slightly. “I missed you. Like that’s anything new.”
“I asked all the time. You don’t but I do. What was the ‘Up for some cuddles?’, ‘On the bed?’ stuff? Or.. was it not you?” A hand moved up to cover his parted lips, soft gasp escaping as if it shocked him. It was only natural that Ian was never serious whenever he’s with Kit, well– the same to anybody else. “When the time comes where you don’t love and miss me, that means the world is done.” He waved an arm, motioning them in circles to describe the downfall of the earth. “And as usual I will reply, ‘but I just got back home after half a day of work’.” Soft chuckle elicited, leaning in to nudge his nose against the younger’s.
A small scoff emitted past the youngers lips. He knew exactly how many times he asked for cuddles. It was all the time. Kit wrinkled up his face, turning around to bury his face against Ian's chest. "You know I would never be able to stop loving you." He mumbled, turning his gaze up. Kit was at his softest when he was around Ian - when his boyfriend would be gone, he would throw tantrums and (by his own words) 'just exist'. There wasn't a moment in time where the young scot would see himself alone, without Ian.
"Just cuddle me, please."
