Mista had been playing games with you, his lap serving as a comfortable cushion. You could feel his arms gliding along your back as he manipulated his controller. Your head rested against his shoulder, and you heard the faint tapping from his controller. When he muted his headset and placed the controller aside, he cast a smirk in your direction.

"Hello, my love." He breathed calmly and drew you closer against his lap with one hand resting gently on your waist. Kisses peppered your neck.