"Christopher Bang, if you run your fingers through my hair you're dead meat."
Chan laughed loudly, removing his hand from your head immediately. "Why did you say it like that?"
You glare his way. "You know the rule: if my hair is curly you can't touch it. You'll tangle it and ruin the curls if you try to comb it. I'll have a poofy cloud on my shoulder."
He giggles, shuffling closer to you on the couch. "That's fine, I'm sure you'll look cute with cloud hair too."
He was being cheeky today. More so than normal. You wanted to coo at him, pinch his cheeks and give him sweet pecks on his lips. But the hair touching was unacceptable, and you couldn't cave for this. He was going to be told no a million times if that's what it took for him to listen.
"Hands. Away. From the hair," you warned, pointing an accusatory finger his way. "I swear on your grave you will regret this."
Chan feigned offense, hand immediately moving to cover his chest. "My grave?! I'm wounded!"
You scoffed but couldn't help the smile that teased its way across your lips. This caught his attention and he cheered loudly. Suddenly his arms were wrapped around your waist, tugging you into his lap. He situated you so your legs dangled off the couch but your body was turned to him. Gently, he swiped the curls from your face and tucked them behind your ear.
"There," he softly says with a smile. "Now I can see your pretty face."
His index finger snuck its way under your chin, giving it a small push to encourage you to lift your eyes to his. He narrowed his eyes, a smirk forming his features. A blush began creeping up your neck and he noticed this.
Chan's thumb came up to your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly to release your clenched jaw. His head tilted to the side before he swooped in, lips meeting yours fervently in a passionate kiss. His free hand reached to the bottom of your back to draw you in closer.
You couldn't resist him when he was like this. Kissing and holding you so passionately your heart fluttered. He was able to get away with everything once he kissed you, and this he knew very well. It was that cheeky side of his personality that came to find these weaknesses of yours.
His thumb pulled a little more on your bottom lip to open your mouth to him. He kept the kiss clean, not yet sliding past your lips for a deeper kiss. Just his open mouth to yours was enough to keep you wanting more. Once he felt you reach an arm around his neck and beckon him closer, he pulled away.
He grinned at you. "You are so beautiful," he says, admiring your pinkend lips.
Your right hand came up to poke his cheek. "And you, my friend, are very evil." It traced up his cheekbone to his eyebrows to softly move his bangs from his eyes. "A tease."
Bang Chan wore a proud look at your words. "Anything for you, baby."
With your left arm still around his neck, you use it to pull him closer to you, shifting on his lap. "Kiss me again," you whisper, glancing up to his eyes. They were dark, alluring, and full of temptation you were just itching to release.
When he leant in again, he didn't meet your lips. Instead, he nuzzled his nose against your own with a small laugh. "Don't touch my hair," he mimicked you quietly. "Kiss me again. So needy."
You smacked his chest. "You started this! Now I want more."
He licked his lips immediately at your words, but he didn't give you the satisfaction of leaning in anymore, keeping his nose against your own. "Well, you're just going to have to finish it."
That was easy enough, you thought. You reached your left hand up to the back of his head, digging your hands through his blond hair and pulling it gently. Guiding his head back down to your lips, you finally took the second kiss you had been waiting for. However, you didn't leave it at just that. You pecked his lips three, four, five times.
The pecks were long, drawn out and sensual. Compared to the first one you shared, where he led the two of you passionately and short, these kisses were more emotion filled and felt connecting. Kissing him was always the feeling you had when you became attached to something. It was a bond that would never die out.
His hands fell to your hips, squeezing slightly to signify he was going to move you. You allowed him to disconnect his lips long enough to drag one leg over his hips so you were more comfortable. Then he immediately left long kisses down your neck with your hands in his hair, almost guiding him.
"I love you my darling," you whisper to him, pulling him into a hug. His head rested on your shoulder, both of you ear to ear, arms around each other. "I love you so much."
He hummed pleasantly. "I love you too."
After a moment of you basking in each other's presence, feeling nothing but each other's touch, Chan broke the silence.
"How come you get to touch my hair?"
