The tv continued to play whatever show we had put on. It's not like we were paying attention anyway. We sat on his bed, my legs wrapped around his waist while his hands were around mine. My arms flopped over his shoulders, my hands playing with his curly hair. This, this was enough. We just sat there, talking and laughing, occasionally throwing insults at each other. We were now in an insult war.
"At least my forehead doesn't look like the Big Dipper." I gasped. That little shit.
"Okay and your mustache probably has lice!" I admit that was a little too mean, even for me.
"Oh fuck you!" he said.
"I know you want to." I smirked at him and then in the blink of an eye, his face was less that an inch in front of mine.
"I do. I really do"
Our lips met. Both his hands cupped my face as mine played with his hair. He started kissing my neck, I let out a soft moan, and at that moment, I was finally, truly happy.
Soon he was on top of me, kissing every inch of my body.
"Mmmh." I hear him moan as I tightened my grip on to his curly hair. He continued kissing me up and down. From my cheek, to my shoulders, down to my thigh, playing with the material of my short shorts. I've never been so glad that it was laundry day at home. HOME! I completely forgot about curfew. I want to stay here. I want him to keep going and never stop. I guess being 20 minutes late couldn't hurt anyone.
-Iona
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Mustache Mondays
RomanceOne shots about an undisclosed boy with a mustache, they range from short one shots to possibly multiple parters. Uses (Y/N) *Requests Open* Our dearest apologies, Iona and Jian.
