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โง mao + 48: a kiss that lasts longer than it should โง
Mao, even with his own wicked working schedule, likes sticking to certain habits. He always makes sure to have a couple of free hours on the weekend just to spend together, you and him. This is the thought that manages to make him fully commit to all his responsibilities for the week, not even muttering a complaint as work gets stacked on top of each other. Heโs so excited to see you he would do anything for it. He wants to hold you as he kisses the top of your head, muttering sweet love words only for your ears.
Itโs been an especially long week. A live, interviews for different media. Even a couple of photoshoots right at the last minute, so when you open the door to welcome Mao into your place he doesnโt miss a moment to come closer. Not even minding to put away his bag or take off his jacket, he simply wraps his arms around you and rests his forehead against yours. Itโs an old habit, one from the time you had just started dating and which always manages to bring him some well deserved comfort.
And so, the first kiss ensues. Eyes softly tracing the curve of your cheeks, just at the right distance for Mao to indulge into the very first show of affection of the night. The kiss he has been dreaming of for the entire week, every time he texted. Every time he thought of you.
It is only after a couple of seconds, when his own cheeks start blooming in a gentle pink shade, that Mao realizes what he has done, lips pulling back in an instant.
โA-Ahaha, sorry for that I kindaโฆโ Maoโs whisper trails off, staring deep into your eyes once again. His sudden nervous smile melts as soon as he feels your fingers lacing with his. Words get lost right at the tip of his tongue: there isnโt a point to say anything where he has you right here by his side.
He lowers his head slowly, almost in a shy way, reaching once again for a new kiss. This time itโs slower. Paused. For once, Mao isnโt in a hurry and doesnโt have to let goโ doesnโt want to. He can kiss you, play with your hair. Reach for your waist and pull you even closer, until your heartbeat is the one and only thing he can listen to in the room. Maoโs kisses are gentle and sweet, putting all his feelings into every touch, showing just how much you mean to him in the way his hands canโt seem to find the right place to stay: your cheeks, the back of your head.
In Maoโs eyes, thereโs no one as perfect as you are. No other who manages to make him feel complete, the missing piece he has been looking for even when he didnโt realize. You are home to him, and words canโt even explain just how important this is.
For Mao Isara home is wherever you are, right between your arms. With your smile as his one and only guiding star.