hand holding 19 and kisses 18 —planetesimalwords
'Playing with each other's fingers' and 'short pecks'!
Eiji shifted against Ash, with his feet tucked under his calves and his knees rested against Ash’s hip. His head lolled onto Ash’s shoulder and he sighed contently when he felt Ash lift an arm and drape it over his shoulder, rubbing small circles into it.
He loved evenings like these–pressed together on the couch–they always felt so domestic and warm.
Home. The thought overflowed Eiji’s heart with contentment and comfort–the home that he and Ash had found in each other had manifested into something physical. Something permanent. The feeling swam through his veins and into the tips of his fingers; he just had to reach out and anchor himself on pale fingers.
Eiji didn’t quite press their hands together– he tugged on Ash’s fingers, his heart stuttered as Ash shifted himself closer: just so Eiji could get a better grip on his hand. The weight of it left his shoulder and brushed against his waist before landing in his lap.
He cradled Ash’s hand in both of his own, calloused palms cushioned soft fingers; his fingertips grazed over Ash’s with a feather-light touch–similar to the feather-light breaths that grazed his neck. He shivered and took the tip of Ash’s index finger between his thumb and his own, gently squeezing.
Ash’s hands were beautiful, Eiji thought whist he played with them, as if sculpted of porcelain by Hephaestus himself. Veins marbled fair skin with hues of soft blues and purples; rose dusted too.
'They’re pretty,' he hummed nonchalantly and smiled as he watched Ash fumble to lace their hands together.
Eiji looked up and caught Ash’s tender gaze in his own. He flushed and grinned, nodded with fervour.
Leaning into Ash further, he lifted his head– and Ash squeezed their interlocked hands together, lifted his other to cup Eiji’s jaw.
He felt so loved. Ash cradled Eiji’s face, ran a thumb along his jaw, treated him with a gentleness that caused his heart to cry out and ache. Eiji wanted to be closer. His eyes fluttered shut as he leant into the soft touches further– his poor heart desperate to be enveloped in the same tender hold as his jaw.
Ash's breath fanned across his parted lips. He whined softly and leant in closer once more– he just wanted a kiss! Eiji had felt Ash shift against him again; the gap between them ceased.
'I love you,' Ash murmured against his lips. He could hear the smile in his voice, could feel it pressed to his mouth.
Eiji's heart stuttered to a halt. Doe-eyes flew open, wide and full of love. He felt dizzy. It felt like his face was on fire: like his heart was going to burst out of his chest and start running victory laps around the front room.
So who could blame Eiji when he brought both hands–the pair now interlaced–to Ash's face, locking his target in place. He peppered him with kisses. No part of his face was safe from the attack! His nose, forehead, eyes and cheeks; the lobes of his ears and his chin too.
Eiji's heart soared at Ash's reaction; he giggled and squirmed–his laugh was lilting and enticing–and it encouraged Eiji to press another kiss to the corner of Ash's beaming mouth. One more, flushed to his lips, too.
Ah, to be nineteen again.
