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Gjon's pleasent aroma smelled strongly of strawberries, did he have some prior or was he using strawberry shampoo?
Damiano laid on his bed, breathless, with Gjon wrapped in his arms. He ran his fingers through his lush and gorgeous smelling hair.
Gjon tugged at Damiano's shirt collar and smirked, "You always smell of cigarettes Dami."
Damn right he did. Of course he didn't encourage it, and he's only just had one ten minutes ago – outside obviously.
A dirty grin escaped his lips, "Want one?"
The offer didn't tempt Gjon in the slightest, "I'm good"
Had the boy (who was older than Damiano) ever had a cigarette? It didn't look like Gjon was gonna have one anytime soon, he was too focused on food and trying as many flavours as possible, which was practically his hobby. An unhealthy one, but Damiano smoked both cigarettes and tobacco so he wasn't going to judge.
Gjon unbuttoned the top buttons of Damiano's, leaving his bare chest open.
"What are you trying to do?" He asked.
Gjon readjusted himself, using Damiano's chest as pillow, but Gjon was the one radiating softness for Damiano, "Dunno. Your chest looks pretty."
Not as pretty as Gjon's hair, it got curlier by each passing month.
He ruffled Gjon's hair, "Thanks."
There was a calming silence for the next minute, as they laid their and just simply admired each other.
He couldn't stop thinking about Gjon's strawberry smelling hair, it was attacking his nostrils.
It was so pungent that his words eventually slipped out from him:
"I wanna eat your hair because it smells of strawberries."
Well it smelled so strong that he just wanted to eat it. Was there anything wrong is that?!
He thought Gjon was going to be creeped out by it, but he wasn't. Instead he had a sly grin plastered to his grins.
"Go on then." His boyfriend teased, tilting his head in Damiano's direction and before he knew it there was a handful of Gjon's elegant hair in his mouth.
It didn't taste as nice as he thought it wouldn't.
Tasted like shit. He didn't even eat any because once he chewed it he immediately took it out of his mouth, leaving Gjon with a strand of hair soaked in Damiano's saliva.
Gjon took his saliva drenched hair strand and dangled it in Damiano's face, grinning, "You wanted this and now you leave my hair with your saliva in it."
Well it was false advertisement. It smelt like genuine strawberries but it didn't taste like them at all.
But with the way Gjon grinned, did he enjoy it? Damiano hoped so.
Gjon then laid back on his side of the bed, turning to Damiano, who smirked, "Don't act like you don't like it."
He felt Gjon's beautiful eyes gazing deeply into him, they were as soft as his personality.
"Come here Dami." Gjon said seductively, beckoning his fingers.
Damiano huddled into Gjon, as Gjon was now the one with Damiano wrapped in his arms instead of it being the opposite way around as it was before.
Gjon gave him a quick kiss, his lips gentle and warm. Now Gjon was the one playing with his hair, as Damiano wanted to stay like this forever, but Gjon's distinct smell of strawberries wasn't going to go away for the time being, the same with Damiano's cigarettes.