#mika!

there was a certain superpower that your boyfriend had, which was this uncanny ability to encase you in the arms of his comfort just so effortlessly. you don't even have to mention anything about your day for him to notice that particular frown to your lips the moment you walk through the door, to see the dullness in your eyes and the way your body seemed to carry an extra weight when you trudge towards him on the couch.

the sight puts minghao on his extra attentive mode, which is how you found yourself sitting on the couch in front of him in between his legs, feeling the way his hands seem to knead at the knots in your shoulders even before he made contact with your skin. his fingers had an intuitive knowledge of the contours of your body, tracing the well-worn paths of tension as if he had been doing this for a lifetime.

as the noise in the background from the show you were watching together became white noise, minghao's touch was the only thing that mattered in that moment, almost as if he was absorbing the stress away from your body. you let out a contented sigh as his fingers worked its magic, your eyes closing as the worries of the day began to fade away. minghao always had a way of making you feel like the most cherished person in the world, and in moments like these, you couldn't imagine being anywhere else but in his arms.

the sound from your lips makes him faintly smile, prompting in to lean in just slightly to press a few feathery, lingering kisses to the top of your shoulder, trailing them towards the nape of your neck. each kiss was like a whisper of affection in your ears, causing your breath to hitch with every single one, and it sends a delightful shiver down your spine.

"hao..." you sigh out his name.

"hmm?" minghao responds softly, lips brushing your skin as he continued to press those tender kisses along your shoulder and neck.

"that feels good," you mutter, and your words make him smile against your skin.

he presses one last kiss to your neck. "i'm glad, sweetheart."

with the tv show practically fading into insignificance now--you both can replay the episode later--you can feel the knots in your shoulders surrender completely to his expert touch, applying just the right amount of pressure to the right areas, and melting you away into a blissful state of relaxation. his fingers glide over your skin with precision and care, and it makes you feel weightless.

you don't know how much time had passed by the time the touch of his hands cease away, and you find yourself turning around to face him. there's a lazy smile that crosses your face as you lean him to give him a grateful kiss to his lips, hoping that it was enough to emphasise the amount of thank you's you wanted to pour out of your body. and when you pull back, you spot that soft look to his face that you've fallen for more many, many times.

he leans in for another kiss, this time a bit deeper, a bit more passionate. his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer as the kiss deepens just slightly.

"hao," you call against his lips. "the show--"