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kisses with mash are innocent. neither side is quite experienced and taking each learning step together. but it feels right. it feels safe kissing him and knowing he doesn't have the heart to judge you. you can feel the love through each small kiss he presses on your lips. even when he's holding your face a little too hard, you can tell he's trying his best for you because you certainly deserve the best of him. your noses might bump, and your teeth might clash, but nothing is going to prevent mash from showing you all the things he feels for you. he might not be able to unravel them and understand them right away, but he knows what he feels for you is love.
kisses with finn are shy but intimate. he can't handle kissing you for so long, otherwise he feels like his heart is going to explode. faces are red, eyes are averting, but he can't help but go back for more. you're so patient and good for him, how can he not? he'll kiss you all over your face if he can't handle kissing your lips, but he just wants to keep kissing you until it feels right. until it feels like he's meant to do it as easy as breathing, he silently asks you for a little patience and practice with each short kiss on your lips.
kisses with lance are slow. he hates rushing things. he takes his time to do things right, and as a meticulous person, he intends to do the same when it comes to learning how to love you. kissing you is simply one of the steps to perfect the method of loving you, which is why he's kissing you until the last ounce of oxygen in your lungs. he waits for you to catch your breath and goes back for more when you're stabilized because as much as he tells himself to take it slow, it's very hard. he never knew he would be so eager to learn before, but you seem to show him sides of himself he never knew he had. he feels like he's a prince in the fairytales anna likes to read all the time, and he has no doubt that you're the princess who gives him his happily ever after.
kisses with dot feel like hushed giggling at midnight. the two can't seem to stop giggling laughing each time you part from one kiss, only to silence each other with the next kiss. he pecks your lips, your cheeks, your jaw, with a big, bright smile and quiet laughter ringing in your ears. he never thought he would get to experience something so simple yet big, but you gave him a chance no one else would. hence, he treats you like a queen because you're worth more than gold. he wants every kiss you share with him to remind you of the laughter and happiness the two of you share. kissing you feels like kissing sunshine, and dot isn't sure if he felt so warm and fuzzy with any other girl, but the thought is gone in a nanosecond because you're all he can think about.
kisses with abyss are intoxicating. he hasn't felt a time where he felt so liberated. he feels like he can breathe around you, even with his lips pressed so tightly against yours. he wants to breathe you in, memorize your scent and the feel of you under his until it's the only thing he can think of. he's always been so burdened by his eye, he couldn't possibly think of feeling so free with someone. he's grateful to have you, even if for a single moment like this, where he can kiss you senseless. until he's the only thing on your mind, like you are on his. if there was anything abyss could choose to be drunk on, it'd be you. the finest liquor of the world could be served to him on a silver platter, but none of it will be better than feeling you against his lips. he doesn't ever want to feel satisfied of you because he can't treat you like he's had enough of you. he doesn't want to see it happen.
kisses with abel feel unreal. abel isn't new to the thrill of romance novels among his fellow nobles, but he never was able to get a grasp on it himself. he felt like it was always overexaggerated and unreal, but now he knows. sharing a mere few kisses with you made him feel things he never felt before. why was his face so warm? why are you looking at him like he hung the moon and stars for you? why can't he stop kissing you, whether it is your lips, nose, or cheeks? but even with all these feelings, abel knows that none of the romance novels other nobles read could compare to the feeling of kissing you so deeply yet gently. like you're a glass statue made of love and unrivaled kindness, because that's all he sees in you. he's a little afraid of breaking you, hurting you, scaring you, but when you smile and press a kiss to his cheek like that, he feels his restraint falling apart, bit by bit like cookie crumbs.
kisses with rayne are sacred. he's such a busy guy, and there are so little moments where the two of you can spend personal, bonding time together. his time is sacred, but rayne would give you all of his time and energy that he should be using to build a better world for orphans on you. treating you right, kissing you until you're red and dizzy, sweep you off your feet when you kiss until your knees are weak. there will never be a time he sees you as a chore. his job is what should seem like a chore, even if he chose the path to take, but he'd rather have his job be a chore than see something so natural as loving you, pulling you into small alleyway to kiss you like he's mad, as a chore. so what if his time and attention is sacred? he has plenty to spare, only for you. anything and everything he has are yours: his mind, body, soul, and heart. why shouldn't you have his time and love when you have all of those things?
kisses with orter are secret. as strong and emotionlessly confident as he is, orter doesn't think he can handle people seeing you kiss him. or him kissing you, whichever makes you show him that cute, flustered expression of yours to him. the expressions you make kissing him, the way you hold onto him so tightly are things only he should be privy to. no one else should have the privilege to get to see you like this. even if he were to lose all the magic in his body and every bit of power he has in the palm of his hand, orter would rather lose it all than to share the way you love him so suffocatingly with anyone else. why else would he be holding you just as tightly, just as closely to his body while he ravages your lips like they're his last meal? surely, you understand are his wordless acclamations of love, the passion he puts into loving you can't go unnoticed. he'll kiss you until you notice them, anyway.














