"no, you gotta skip forward to...", aaron went quiet for a moment as he focused on dragging little bar of music on the screen of your phone to the part of the song that he seemed to find right, "this part," he muttered in concentration, nodding in approval as he heard the snippet of the song play

which song, you might want to know? k., by cigarettes after sex. and why? because there had been a trend going around sometime in early 2023 that single-aaron had seen and had sworn himself that it would not seize to be a trend until he got to participate. here he was now, one and a half years later, with you on his lap, trying to adjust the song to the tiktok he had forced you to make

just for that tiktok alone he had gone downtown by public transport - which he usually hated, but his bike was at his cousin's and for you he'd do anything - to buy you the 720 icone lipstick by christian dior; he knew you preferred slightly darker shades of red amd it would probably look better on his skin

"now, amor," he muttered, his chin resting on your shoulder as he watched your every move, staring at your lips like a starving man when you applied the lipstick. he wanted to kiss you until it was all gone again

"you gotta kiss my face, all over," he explained, in an almost giddy tone, as if he hadn't shown you plenty of examples for the trend beforehand and you likely already knew how it worked. with a happy and content grin and his hands calmly resting on your lower back, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt absent-mindedly, he waited patiently for you to start kissing him

even though the two of you had been dating for quite a good amount of time now, aaron would never get tired of your lips on his skin, and his heart would never stop beating like it had when he'd first seen you

when your painted lips first made contact with the corner of his mouth, he grinned a little and gave a low, content hum as a sign that he loved this. that he loved you and making silly little tiktoks with you just to show you off