#yeah that

"🎶 I submit to your demands, I will do anything! Girl you need only ask-"

He walks forward on his knees which should be stupid, but it's so damn cute the way he wobbles forward, hugging your waist and singing into your belly. He works his way up your body as he stands, holding your hand while he sings until he steps back, stripping his shirt off and winking,

"🎶 I'm gonna taaake my clothes off toooo..."

You finally break, the ringing peal of your laughter like the bell of a knock out at a boxing match. Now that he has you all amused and soft and in love, he grins like the menace he is.

"I'm still mad at you!" You inform him as he slings you over his shoulder and carries you off, still crooning at you.

But just like always, you're in bed with your clothes on the floor before the song is over.

🐦‍⬛ Sylus: Untitled (How Does It Feel) by D'Angelo

Uses it to low-key seduce you when you're not quite picking up on his signals.

You think it's a regular night with fuzzy slippers, a glass of wine, a book across your lap. It almost escapes your notice that Sylus is unusually restless tonight. He's insisting on having you close and so you're tucked under his arm on the couch, his fingers playing with your hair and stroking your ear, but still you get the sense that he's waiting for something. You're a little concerned when he gets up and walks over to his hi-fi without saying a word.

He's wearing one of his more luxurious (and shorter) robes. As he walks, it strikes you just how very, very short the robe is and then he sets the needle on the record and it all clicks into place.

And if you want, you can decide And if you'll have me, I can provide everything that you desire...

Of course he has the album on vinyl. He begins to hum the melody, his low purr complimenting the rich sound. He's been practicing too, so he's actually in tune and on rhythm.

Your lips curl upward as the hi-hat beat and bluesy electric guitar start to wind around the room. You bite your lip and set your book on the table, giving him what he's wanted this entire time: your full attention. He takes his seat again and leans in to kiss your neck, the beginning of a very long and enjoyable night.

"Well, kitten? How does it feel?"

☃️ Zayne: Back At One - Brian McKnight

This is not only Zayne's special occasion song, it is his anthem. As in everyone stop talking while it is playing so he can make unbroken eye contact with you for 4 and a half minutes (yes, he loves the version with the piano intro because of course he does.)

He hears it for the first time when you put on one of your playlists in his car and you swear he almost pulls over just to listen. His eyes widen slightly and flick back and forth between the road and the radio as it plays, finally settling on your surprised face with heart-stopping tenderness when you reach a stop light.

This man proposes to you to this song. Plays it at your wedding and on every anniversary. You got him an autographed copy of the single for his birthday that he framed and now it hangs in a place of honor in your home.

He's knows he's not a singer and that's why he's so intense about it. It's so many things that he's wanted to say but could never find the right words, never strike exactly the right tone. Every note, every flourish of McKnight's voice is what he wants to tell you every day your lives and he looks directly into your eyes as it plays to make sure you know it.

He always takes your hand during the first verse, pressing his forehead to yours as it slips into the chorus.

If you don't know just how I feel, Then let me show you now that I'm for real.

"Dearest," he asks at least once a year, "you know this is how I feel about you, do you not?"

"Yes, baby, I think I picked up on it at some point the last 500 times you played it for me," you tease with a gentle smile.

He blushes, but remains calm and charmingly earnest.

"Perhaps I cannot express it with as well as the song does, but I hope that it says it for me... I would choose you every time, in every life. And when it ended, I wouldn't be sad, I would only look forward to starting over again with you."

Now you can't hear two notes from the song without tearing up.

🐠 Rafayel: I Wanna Know by Joe

Sings it on nights when he wants to sweep you off your feet.

You come home to it, entering the studio, dropping your bag off your shoulder with a sigh. It takes you a moment to hear the music and realize everything is lit by candlelight. There's a small table in the center of the room with what looks like the beginning of a four course meal, two chairs, and a flower in what is no doubt an unnecessarily expensive vase.

You give a surprised laugh, your weariness fading as the song plays and Rafayel steps around the corner, looking rakish and sultry in a bespoke suit, the top two buttons of his shirt undone, his hair mussed just so. He has a flower in his hand and you realize he's actually been the one singing.

You smirk at him, his somewhat cheesy performance half a tease and half a genuine wish to impress you. He certainly has the chops for it.

He strolls over and hands you the flower with a flourish, still singing sweetly as he removes your jacket and then kneels down to take your shoes off, looking up at you with adoring eyes, begging for your approval.

"🎶 I'd like to know what makes you cry, so I can be the one who always makes you smile..."

You try to play it down a little with an "oh my god, Rafayel, seriously..." but you're blushing and giggling and covering your face and it’s the most delightful thing in the world to him. You saying his name in that tone, letting him know you're feeling almost too wooed right now, well, it's music to his ears.

🌟 Xavier: Vision of Love by Mariah Carey

Requests it at a party so he can slow dance with you and confess feelings that he thought were obvious.

He makes sure the DJ says over the mic that it's his request before he asks you to dance, and your co-workers suppress grins as he leads you out on the floor. He's not usually this demonstrative in front of them, but you said something offhand yesterday that gave him pause, calling his affection "subtle," implying that you thought people might not know you're together.

And he is not having that. His mind immediately went to this song and this party and now you're together amongst the gently swaying crowd, letting everyone see his hand pressed against your lower back, see the way his fingers play with your hair as he holds your hand by his shoulder, looking as if he's seriously considering kissing you. Seconds later you feel the soft brush of his lips on your forehead and try not to collapse in his arms.

Partly to cover your shock, you tell him you didn't know that he liked Mariah Carey and he replies,

"I didn't know either. I just heard this song in Jeremiah's shop a few days ago. I knew I had to play for you."

Your heart thuds loudly in your chest at these words.

"Yeah?"

"Yep. Don't you think the lyrics fit for how we met?" He sings a few lines in your ear, adorably soft and slightly off-key. "🎶 It took so long. Still I believed. Somehow the one that I needed. Would find me eventually..."

"The one you needed?" You ask, not able to hide your astonishment now that he'd be so open about it.

He looks surprised for a moment and then smiles.

"The one I need."

I had a vision of love And it was all that you turned out to be.