Mako held you by your waist, his eyes closed as his chin rested on your head, your bodies swaying gently back and forth. He hummed something random, his hands playing with the hem of your shirt.

He leaned down, kissing your nose, then your chin. How about we go do something fun? He whispered, his voice extra raspy. He rubbed your waist, occasionally grazing your hips. We can do whatever you want.. He kissed your ear, swaying your hips with his.