Coffee ☆ Soulmate Verse

“ZJ.” Fingers trace gingerly up his spine, the shirt rough against his finger tips.

Tipping his chin up to break the kiss, he settles his nose next to his with a smile. “Nn, what?”

“You taste like coffee.” Cihn’s lips ghost against his, hand sliding against his side.

Voice low, he replies in a hushed manner. “Hmm. S’that bad?”

“Yes.” His thin fingers find their way up his neck, cupping the side lightly as his head tilts. Speaking against the lips that wait so politely, he adds, “Brush your teeth before next time.”

A chuckle is the first reply he gets, ZJ’s weight pressing down to him as he finally completes the kiss.

“Yes sir.”

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