* SingtoKrist ~ E D I T I O N
☼︎ 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰 (𝐧.) 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 ☼︎
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Singto watched as Krist sat in front of the window, looking out over the mountain landscape, taking everything in the best that he could. Occasionally he'd look back over his shoulder, seeing Singto watching him, and smile. Walking slowly, Singto came up behind Krist, gently pressing a hand against his back. Turning to look, Krist meets Singto's gaze.
"Why did you do this?" Krist asks him softly, fully turning, finding Singto's hand and absentmindedly toying with his fingers.
"What do you mean?" Singto asks, smiling at Krist playing with his hand.
"Why did you bring me here? I guess I mean, why did you plan this?"
Singto smiles, bending down just a bit to be face to face with Krist. "I wanted something to be just us. Just for a few days." He presses a kiss to Krist's mouth.—
Singto had surprised Krist by booking a short trip in the mountains. Their hotel was nestled in between the trees and looked out over a river and the mountains in the distance. There hadn't necessarily been a reason other than the fact that Singto just wanted to get away for a few days. Away from work and coworkers, out of the city. Maybe it was wanderlust that had led him here, or maybe it was just the desire to see Krist so happy. They'd both been busy lately, stressed out, and that was had originally sparked the idea.
Singto hadn't told Krist anything except that they were going on a trip for a few days. Krist had protested not knowing where they were going, trying to sneakily get a hint or two from Singto, but Singto hadn't budged. He was glad he hadn't, because the look of pure awe that Krist had when they walked into the room was something that Singto didn't want to ever forget.
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Alpenglow filled the room, casting a cozy orange-ish light over the room. Singto and Krist were observing the sunset together, both in awe of the absolute beauty.
Krist turned to Singto, smiling. "Thank you," he says softly, not sure if he'd already said it or not. Singto smiles back, cupping Krist's face in his hands. Singto's lips brush over Krist's cheek and Krist mumbles Singto's name.
Krist moves his face, their lips touching briefly. Singto smiles, brushing their mouths again, teasing Krist.
"Sing." Krist murmurs, his heart beat pounding in his chest.
Singto smiles, pressing his hand against Krist's chest to feel his heart beating against his palm. "You still get nervous around me?" Singto asks softly, teasing him. Krist raises his eyes, meeting Singto's gaze. Singto puts a hand on the back of Krist's neck, his other resting on his cheek, tilting his head back. Just before Singto closes the space between their lips, he whispers, "I get nervous too."Singto's lips press against Krist's as he slowly pushes Krist back against the couch, swinging his legs over and landing on Krist's lap. Singto feels his hands going to his hips and holding tightly, as if Krist thinks that Singto could get away— and even if he could, Singto doesn't want to.
Krist leans his head back, letting Singto's hand rest lightly against his neck and under his chin. Singto's thumb softly brushes against the skin as he kisses Krist deeply. They pull away only for a few seconds before going back in, feeling as if, right now, all they need is each other and their kisses.
Krist breathes heavily against Singto's mouth when they pull back just a little again, his lips moving to say Singto's name against his lips.
Singto smiles. "I love when you say my name." His voice is soft but raspy when he says it and then before Krist can reply, Singto's lips are sweeping against his again and he's opening his mouth for Singto, feeling fully prepared to let Singto do whatever he wants.Singto slides his hand from the back of Krist's neck to cup his cheek as he breaks the kiss, looking into Krist's eyes, his pupils blown. His lips are swollen and red and Singto's willing to bet his are the same. He kisses Krist's forehead lightly, holding his face in with of his hands.
"I love you, Sing," Krist mumbles, raising his head to Singto's.
"My Kit," Singto coos softly, his thumbs rubbing over Krist's cheeks. "I love you so much."