Imagine your OTP....

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Imagine your OTP french kissing for the first time, and the excitement, nervuosness and firey passion flowing through them as they tease each other with their tongues

-John/Dave

It's late, around midnight when the two of your find yourselves curled up on the old shitty couch. The two of you staring at the t.v, not watching it at all. You both too lost in each other, each glancing over at one another. Then turning heads and smiling. Finally, you can't take the silly bullshit that was happening, you decide to pursue it. Shifting, you place a hand on his face. Smiling a bit when he blushes, and he reaches a hand up as well. Tugging your shades off, you let him. You don't mind, with him you can be you. And that counts for your eyes as well. Inching your face towards his, he glances to the side, then back and repeating your actions. He chuckles a bit when your noses bump, you huff slightly. Pressing your face's closer, his lips are now touching yours or vice-versa. And once again, you two are kissing. You honestly loved the sensation, loved John all together. It was always a thrill when you got to do dopey-love stuff with your boyfriend. The two of you had been dating for a little over a month, and in that time. You two have never taken it fast, never gotten in his pants, never touched him, and of course. Never had your tongue in his mouth. You didn't want to rush the relationship of course, always afraid you'd lose him.

 But tonight, it's different. You don't know why but it just is, the way your both cupping each other's jaws in hands. The way both of you are tilting your head to deepen it. Or simply the way all the lights are off, the only lighting glowing from the t.v screen that's illuminating the two of you. You feel John shift, so now he's fully in your lap. You feel heat, heat on your lips. And, hesitantly, you run your tongue along the bottom of his lip, he stops for a second. Most likely debating this, since it was new for both of you. But finally, he parts his lips, allowing your tongue to slid on-top of his. Almost instantly, his flicks to life. Exploring your own as much as your are his, your prodding around. Feeling every spot and memorizing it, because that shit just HAS to be memorized. His mouth is warm, and of course wet. And he tastes like the Pepsi he had early, that's now probably warm and gross on the small coffee table in front of you two. Sighing a bit into the kiss, he leans deeper into it. Now forcing you to lean back against the arm of his couch so that he's laying on-top of you. He hums slightly, sending a shiver through your body. You respond by wrapping an arm around his waist, now testing the waters. You roll your hips against his gently and he lets out a shaky breathe, now parting from you. You smirk at bit at him, he blushes in return.

The two of you remain like this, mindlessly kissing, french-kissing, teasing. On and off there are a few times when hips are rolled, but most of it is slow and hazy. As if it were a dream you'd never want to wake up from, but your lucky none of this is a dream. Your lucky it's real, and that your boyfriend, is the cutest damn thing ever. After awhile, it just slows down enough that his breath is coming out in little pants against your neck. The two of you both silently agreeing this would become a thing. Of course it was nothing about sex, just an innocent kiss to show each other how much you loved one another. Slowly, you can feel John's breath lower, his heart beat slow just a bit. And finally, he's asleep on top you. His warmth seeping through you, you chuckle and remove his glasses. Setting them to where he placed your shades. Before you join him in sleep, you run a hand through his hair. Repeating that a few times before pressing a kiss to his forehead and wrapping your arms around him. Letting your eyes close, you let out a drowzy "I love you" before letting a dream take your mind away. And you swear you heard him say it back.

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