#dolan fandom

This!!! Grayson be making every motherfucking thing attractive.

You could just be laying down on the bed, and you would always grab his hand and play with his fingers.

It was just something about them that drove you insane, and not just because he would use them on you in other unholy ways.

The way he would use it to play with your hair, or how little your hand felt in his.

Let’s not forget how he always moves his hands around when he’s talking.

Everything about this man was attractive.

Grayson was a physical man. Always demonstrating his love towards either by giving you a random hug, grabbing your hand, a kiss on your temple, or just simply brushing his fingers past yours whenever he got a chance.

“Baby,” he called you as your tiny fingers moved his long ones around.

“Hmm,” You hummed paying attention to his large hand.

“I need to pee, but I don’t want you to stop playing with my hand,” he muttered with closed eyes.

You let out a quiet giggle before slowly letting go of his hand.

“Go pee, but hurry up,” you playfully said and he got up from the bed rushing towards the bathroom.

He came back in less then two minutes before carefully jumping on top of you, laying his head in your stomach and his hands landing on your chest.

“Did you wash them?” You playfully asked as he nodded his head.

Your soft hand picked his back up, the touch not only sending chills up his spine but yours aswell.

“I love your fingers,” you softly whispered holding his hand up so that you could see it fully.

“And I love when you play with them,” he muttered against your stomach sending tickles up your body, making you let a soft giggle.

“It’s tickles when I talk doesn’t it?” He asked making you laugh.

“Yeah, so stop,” you whispered.

He placed a couple of kisses on you belly before flipping you over so that you were straddling his waist, your hands still holding his.

“I love you. You know that right?” He asked making you nod while a smile was displayed on your face.

“Yeah, but I love YOU more” you said putting emphasis on the you.

“That’s not psossible,” he whispered before softly pushing your head down, causing your lips to mold together.

His hands grabbed on to yours as your lips moved in sync.

The kiss wasn’t sexual, and it was loving and slow.

He slowly pulled away, looking into your eyes with an expression that you weren’t able to read.