you have the neediest boyfriend known to mankind. choso, a grown man, is in dire need for your hands on his face. he loves it. he loves the feeling of your soft palms on his cheeks, your fingers stroking his face and adoring him in the best way possible.

he’s currently at his desk, glasses on as he works with you on his lap, facing him. eventually, he leans back to take a break, his fingers already encircling your wrists to bring your hands up to his face, nuzzling his cheeks against your palms.

“..need a break,” he mumbles, sighing softly. he turns his head to press a soft kiss to your skin, his eyes meeting yours. “can you keep doing this, babe? please?” he pleads. he loves begging for your touch. he never shies away from it. why should he?