The first shallow plastic clink of your glasses against his only has you pressing on more eagerly. Your lips dot soft kisses over Bob's nose, hitting the bridge, then the soft skin around it that flows into his cheeks. His eyes are closed behind his lenses, and he's biting his lips to contain a smile. Every kiss that you press to his face has his cheeks aching more and more from holding back, until he has to let out some of his joy in the form of sharp exhales, little giggles in his beautiful voice.

"I love you,' You mumble, lovedrunk against his cheeks, "I love you, I love you, I love you, I-"

"I love you too!" He finally breaks, hands coming to cup your cheeks, "I love," He lets his own lips fall over the tip of your nose, "You." Then your lips. He keeps it short and chaste. That only makes you want more. You wriggle forwards in his grip, chasing his lips until you can plaster yours over them once more. You're both giggling now, sweet sounds that intertwine to create melodic happiness that's tangible between you both. There's a rosy glow on his cheeks and every time it brushes your skin, a jolt of electricity strikes your spine.

As soon as you get even remotely into the kiss, your glasses clash. It's a terrible sound, the scraping of plastic upon plastic, metal upon metal. It has both of your eyes flying open and scrunching, his teeth hitting your bottom lip by accident.

"Hang on," He grumbles, nearly flinging his glasses off of his face, "Lemme just," Then he reaches for yours, tossing them similarly along with his, "There."

"I can't see you," You complain, butting your nose up against his own. There he comes into focus, a peachy blob with one eye. You giggle at the sight and you know he's looking upon you with similar vision problems, happy to reengage in your kiss.

"Me neither," He mumbles, the words spilling off of his tongue and onto yours, "I can feel you, though. You feel-" Your teeth graze his bottom lip as your tongue brushes against it in a sensual swipe and he shudders, "Good, so good."