Here is a little something, more like a drabble than an imagine. One of you cute sugarcubs told me they like the way I write Shinsou. I kept on thinking about him, about the way he behaves and what there might be that fascinates him. Here we are and I wanted to share my thoughts with you! ✨💕
Lots of Love ❤ Lin
When it comes to you, Hitoshi always is in wonder. He hangs on every word you say, like your sweet lips are the fountain of ambrosia themselves. He watches every smile, every scowl, your distant stare, the way your jaw moves when you are distressed and the way
your cheeks bloom into a fantastic cotton candy shade whenever he tells you those three magical words “I love you”. He wants to picture them all on the canvas of his mind, keeping them safe and secure. He is captivated by the way light shatters within your iridescent orbs, the
way emotion whirls and pools inside this ocean of your eyes. What he is struck by the most, though, are your hands. They can be delicate
or rough, ravishing or soothing, loving and sometimes even scathing. However, no matter what they express one thing never changes, they are always connecting. The times he looks forward to the most, are those when the two of you are in private. He is aching for the warmth, the touch of your hands. These hands, which do so much to him. The same as right now. You reach forward, your fingers carefully threading through his tousled violet hair until they reach his scalp in a slow stroking motion. The touch is ever so feathery, yet it ignites something warm and calming
deep inside his core. His body instantly relaxes and he leans into your caress, a content smile curls the ends of his lips. He is not much for talking and definitely not into flattery. His words are always honest, and he cannot
claim to be the best at being romantic but like this, just like this, your hands can do the talking, they can convey feelings that his lips sometimes fail to tell.
Closer. His own hand embraces your wrist, slowly dragging it downwards. Carefully, his lips hover over your fingers, kissing them one
by one. His gaze is steady, he would not want to miss one single emotion dancing on your honeyed face. He loosens his grip. Languidly, he slides down the back of your hand, your skin feeling velvet and smooth. Fingers trail
down to your palm in a ghosting touch, lighting up a sparkling sensation underneath his fingertips. His thumb tenderly caresses the heel of your hand, while his other fingers securely rest on the other side. An even more vivid
smile flourishes on his face. Enchanted, he twines your fingers together, entangling them until there is no space left in between. Warmth seeps from the tips of his fingers, all the way down into his own palm. His heart starts
to race, his lids drop ever so slightly and his irises fade into a deep storming purple. Just the intimacy of this touch is enough to set his whole being on fire and his mind starts to race to find an even deeper way to connect.
THIS IS WRITTEN SO DELICATELY AND DETAILED That I just want to hold his hand for a million years 🤧
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