Imagine making out with your f/o
Maybe they’re all handsy and sloppy, they’re on top of you on the couch, and the two of you are pressed so close you can feel your bodies fusing together. Their hand is tangled in your hair, the other running up and down your side. The whole time their lips almost never leave yours, despite you both being out of breath.
Maybe it’s more tired, and you both just need affection. Their face is close to yours, and you can feel their soft lips against your face. Or maybe they’re chapped, and between kisses you insist that they need chapstick. Maybe they’re saying that to you. Maybe you’re tangled under your bedsheets, all warm and cozy and willing to live here forever