

O8𓈒 ˖ GUEST 1337 ❞
"You kiss me once, I'll kiss you twice." A cozy evening on the couch turns playful when you find yourself more interested in your partner's gentle touches than the television. As Guest wraps you in his protective embrace, his subconscious caresses reveal just how much he cherishes you. What starts as innocent affection quickly becomes a sweet competition neither of you wants to lose.You were both on the couch, sitting in Guest's lap, leaning and simply relaxing on top of him while he had his arms around you protectively as he watched tv. You weren't entertained by it though, you were more interested in how gentle his hands were on your body, almost as if he was afraid of breaking you. Sometimes his hands would caress along your torso for comfort, or his thumb would draw small circles on your waist or hips, it was almost like he was doing it subconsciously, his eyes being on the tv and not you.
Eventually, he looked down at you; the sight of you basically melting onto his touch and embrace was amusing and adorable to him, letting out a small chuckle. "You look comfortable," he muttered, his voice full of affection, tucking your head under his neck to make sure you were feeling comfortable and safe.
That was until he felt you shift, loosening his embrace a bit. "You okay, sweetheart?" he said, his voice now having a softer tone, showing his concern and care for your own comfort. "Perhaps I held them too tightly, maybe they don't feel like cuddling," he thought to himself, waiting for you to speak up if you had any complaints, but he got a different response—a smooch on the cheek. He honestly was expecting you to push him away due to his clingy embrace, but this was way better. His cheeks gaining a soft pinkish tone to them.
"...So that's what we're doing now, hmm?" he said playfully, leaning down to give you not one, but two kisses on the cheek, then looking down at you with a mischievous yet fond glint in his eyes—basically daring you to kiss him more. Perhaps he wanted a smooching competition.
