Alex likes kisses. He likes it so much, Vales counted, there's not a day without that stupidly sweet boyfriend of his to give him at least three a day. Really, either that guy watches and reads too much cliche romance shit, or it just comes naturally.
Like everything else with him,
At the beggining of their whole “dating” thing, when Vales himself only concidered it to be an interesting pass time, he would always be the one to initiate such things, kisses was only a part of it actually. Hand holding, brushing past each other's skin, hugging? Unthinkable. The blue eyed idiot's face would light up like new year's fireworks. To think they did the same exact things when they were little. It's amusing, really. A trully intriguing notion in its own way, Vales thinks.
Nowadays tho, like he'd somehow flipped some weird ass switch, Al would hold him practical anytime he could. Alex is cute when he's like this, like a little puppy, wishing nothing more than to please his m