#hardthoughts

it started out with small, platonic kisses on the forehead whenever you greeted or bid farewell to him, whenever he was down or he made an achievement. then one night, felix ran out of his laneige lip sleeping mask and asked to borrow some of yours. you expected him to walk into the bathroom and apply some himself, not for him to capture your lips in a kiss. this marked the beginning of frequent, affectionate make out sessions, something you both regarded as entirely friendly.

if you were quite honest, felix was an incredible kisser. his kisses were just the way you desired—slow and slutty. he’d get handsy when reunited after time apart, fingers caressing your skin tenderly and palms resting high on your hips. whenever felix was pissed, kissing you brought solace, releasing tension into sloppy kisses. without a doubt, his lips always found their way to yours. his anger subsided as he sought refuge and calm, as if your lips were his safe haven. his hands would be fiery, roaming all over your body, groping and tugging at your clothes, and you welcomed the affection. anything for your best friend.

sometimes you’d be laying on top of him, chest to chest, when he’d gaze at you through half-lidded eyes and grant your lips with chaste kisses. or you’d be standing up, focused on something other than him, and he’d come up behind you, snaking his hands around your waist, placing delicate kisses around your neck. he’d hug you closer as if he wanted to mold your bodies together, like each other’s missing puzzle piece. kissing in public is where his limits lie, however. he loves having you all over him, felix is just that kind of person, but public affection becomes too embarrassing, and he doesn’t enjoy the teasing nor the attention.

felix’s lips were a work of art, inviting and sensual. soft, full, and slightly parted, they curved into a perpetual subtle smile, as if holding a secret. the cupid’s bow was defined, giving his mouth a delicate yet masculine shape. when he smiled, the corners would lift, and his lips would curl upwards, radiating warmth. in repose, his lips were relaxed, slightly pink, and irresistibly biteable. when pressed against yours, they were velvety soft, moulding to fit perfectly. the gentle give of his lips as he kissed was intoxicating, making every touch feel like a whispered promise. felix’s lips were an extension of his emotions, conveying every feeling with subtlety and power. they could convey reassurance, comfort, or desire, making them an irresistible focal point, drawing you in with every kiss.

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