#the parasites are gettingn to me

[zph]

adding on bec i cannot stop thinking:

what if you were the one putting the chapstick on scara. slow & meticulous. he peers up at you through his pretty eyelashes, staring as you gently grip his jaw, tilting up to angle the stick just right. he simply watches, his usual scrutinizing eyes dripping with clear affection; something so rare and important. the moment your finger lightly taps on his bottom lip to smudge on some tint, your breath so close to his cheek, you notice the way he looks down at your lips with so much desire to kiss them silly. there is that certain trust & intimacy to this proximity. and it never fails to make you warm.

kissing scaramouche,,, silly,,,, with chapstick,,,, imagine him buying a new flavor, knowing the fact it is one of your favorites, knowing how much it drives you crazy; especially when it is on his lips. and as soon as he got you right where he wants you, he merely acts as if you were one who was just so obsessed with him, desperate for his attention. he merely ‘resigns’ to his fate as you carry on with your onslaught of affection, all while hoping you could keep your lips on his for a moment longer.