#cliffichael

and then he'd just get carried away and press you against the counter, kissing you hard and biting at your lips so all you can do is whimper and clutch at his shirt. he'd start kissing along your jaw to your ear and tug on the lobe with his teeth before moving onto your neck, biting and sucking bruises and muttering things like "you drive me crazy" into your skin. and man, he'd probably smear more frosting in a line down your neck to the dip between your collarbones only to lick it off and kiss you again, quickly shedding you both of clothes and lifting you up so you're sitting on the countertop and repeating what he did to your neck all over your body, leaving hickeys on your hips and your chest and licking frosting from your skin over and over because he can't get enough of the taste and the noises you're making with your fingers tangled in his hair until he ends up fucking you there in the kitchen because no matter how unhygienic he can't wait