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Licht’s kisses, like everything else about that ridiculous, wonderful angel, are a force to be reckoned with.
Sometimes they taste of power and control, like a tidal surge in a storm Hyde thought to be predictable, sweeping him off his feet in the blink of an eye. Licht could be glaring at him one moment, threatening to fight and kick Hyde’s ass out of the hotel window, and then sit on his thighs in the next, trapping him against whatever couch he’s lounging on before he knows what is happening, kissing him like there is no tomorrow. They’re hot and overwhelming when they come like this, and Hyde thinks it is the closest he will ever come to the divine.
Other times, however, they just taste like dessert.
Licht pulls back with a quiet noise, lingering for just a second that Hyde treasures, before he stands up straight again and proceeds to kick off his shoes and discard his jacket. It’s cute, Hyde thinks as he licks the taste of strawberry off his lips, that he came by for a kiss before anything else, especially considering how eager his little angel has to be for the contents of the paper bag he is carrying.
He tosses aside the magazine he was reading, jumps up from the couch and bounces into the other room their hotel suite is sporting, where there’s the mini bar and clean plates and cups. Just a few seconds later the door flies open and Licht is there, having rid himself of his outdoor gear and squinting suspiciously.
“Weren't you just reading?” He demands to know.
“You know me, angel babe!” Hyde trills, “I take every chance I get to spend time with you!”
Licht accepts this with a huff, much more concerned with the paper bag he sets on the counter. Hyde watches him pull out plates with a focused, eager look in his eyes - not one, but two, he notes - and just before the paper bag comes open, he pipes up once more.
“Chocolate strawberries, angelcakes?” He asks.
Licht freezes and slowly turns around to him. His brows furrow, and a sinister scowl sneaks onto his delicate features that Hyde cannot help but chuckle at.
“Not only a demon but a stalker too, now?” Licht growls.
“Licht, my dearest darling, light of my life! I would never!”
“Explain this, then!” Licht demands as he rips open the bag and slams a bouquet of chocolate strawberries on the counter. A few of them are already missing, Hyde notes through his laughter. Licht is amazing and disciplined and strong, but only about the piano, never when it comes to sweets.
“Your weakness betrays you,” He explains, being as dramatic as he can be while also laughing. “You kissed me when you came home. And it tasted like strawberries.”
“Ah.”
Licht deflates at once. Hyde thinks he sees the dust of a blush on his cheeks, and it makes him so happy he cannot help but double down.
“It was so delicious!” He purrs, sneaking closer, until he's almost chest to chest with his angel. “Mind if I taste it again?”
“I brought extra for you,” Licht says and shoves a plate of strawberries at him.
Which was not quite what Hyde meant. But coming from Licht, there”s probably no greater proof of love.