Silent Lullaby

jar of cookies

'you are my passion, next to the artistic canvas of life. come stumble upon us, get loose, stay high over some glorified recitation. you are the realistic passion in my neverland thoughts like the forbidden jar of cookies full of tempting secret recipe.'

"why are you being like this, mir? i'm trying to concentrate. pretty please go away?" han pushed his grabbing hands and  proceed in making dough.

squishy dough like his cute cheeks, thought mir. he ignored han's frustration and wrapped his strong arms around han's waist. to add han's annoyance, mir smooched on his soft cheeks.

"baby, each of the things you do means another jumbled words for me. and i think it's pretty sweet and romantic of me, to create those with a bit of sprinkle of my love.  don't you thinks so?"

han glanced away and hid his unwelcome smile, pretending to focus on the dough.

"hey, hey. are you ignoring me? oh... how dare you."

mir held him tighter and slowly kissed his neck, up to his jawline the turned his chin slowly. their breath mingled for a second and their noses brushed against the other.

"it will always come to this. you'll try to sneak a kiss wherever you want and however you can. give me a break, man." whispered han lowly.

"you made a mistake when you offer me an open door last year, a big chance to love someone right. i'll never pass a small gift like this from you,"

"like what?"

"like this." mir closed the gap and touched his lips slowly to han's.

he felt vibration from their connected skin and peeked through his lashes, only to see han's chuckling with his eyes closed. their fingers clasped the other's warmth, seeking comfort and gentleness within the embrace. like muahhilun, they didn't leave a part without  tracing them skilfully.

this particular moment ended like any other moments. exchange kisses from what the limit of their lungs' capacity can take.