soulmate ✗ grethan

eight

The other's long arms encased the first's waist tightly. As the first was perched in his lap, he had the perfect opportunity to scrutinise the gorgeous specimen. Viewing him with his head angled downwards, the first admitted a small gasp of wonder at his sweetheart.

The sole tenacity that radiated off his built form was inexplicably resolute. His tan yet still bright complexion was candidly of a creamy texture, forcing the first to stroke the other's cheek airily. With utmost affection, his palm fell to his jawline, which was brilliantly pointed. The other's full brows were of a cocoa shade, as was the wispy mop on his head. An elegant albeit adorable nose centred his face sufficiently, much like his own.

Dark, long lashes fluttered when his eyes opened, amazed at the luminously grand sight of Santorini in the young of dawn. Below them, the most mesmerising eyes the first had seen; with swirls of fawn and flecks of sage, easily enchanting and dismally faultless. Then came his satin lips, the same lips he lusted after, the same lips he craved for.

He let out a quivering sigh, tickling the other as the boy scrunched up his nose at the contact. Their proximity was brashly shoved into their faces; breaths hitching, eyes enlarging, hearts drumming against their ribs.

With a swift motion, both smashed into each other, fragments of searing passion littering the air surrounding. Flickers of fervour, glints of ecstacy, was what fell from their mouths, lips moulded against one another in glorious harmony.

The first caught the scent of cherries and peppermint off his endearment's touch, as the other detected the hazy aroma of jasmine and truffles from the embrace. Their hands moved to their respective places, the first's around the other's neck, the other's around the first's waist.

Entwining his fingers in the depths of his companion's luscious locks, the first tilted his head to the side, ultimately deepening the kiss, as well as their groundless devotion for one another.