Luke: Slowly, carefully, lovingly. He puts one arm around your waist, and cup the side of your face with the other, slowly rubbing circles on your cheek. Looking deeply in your eyes, and, sometimes, at your mouth, he starts to lean in, closing his own eyes when he's close enough, staying like this for awhile. That's when you start to get impatient and completely leans in; which was what he was waiting for the whole time. He lets out a little laugh, but kisses you back fully, pulling you incredibly closer to him . One of your hand starts playing with his hair, while the other is tugging at his shirt, pulling him to you.
Ashton: It's always funny and cute. Sometimes you're talking and he just leans in and steals a peck, or, you're just really focused on something and he thinks you look cute, so he pulls you in. But when it's the real thing, he just randomly grabs your waist and pulls you, kissing you the moment you face him. At first, you're a little bit shocked ,but you just start to kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. You'd play with his hair, or just hug him tightly. Kissing Ashton was always, somehow, a surprise.
Michael: Michael was always rather romantic when it comes to kissing, surprisingly enough. He'd slowly pull you in, hands on your waist, put a strand of your hair behind your ear and just stare at you for a really long time. You'd cup his face with your hands, knowing what was about to happen, and'd get lost in his green eyes as you gently caressed his face. Slowly, he'd start leaning in, eyeing your mouth and your mouth only. You'd close your eyes, waiting for the warmth of his lips to fulfill yours and, when it did, you'd kiss him back, hands leaving his face and wrapping themselves around his neck; one would mess his already messy hair, and the other would just hold tight to his neck. When you pulled away, you were both breathless and smiling.
Calum: Calum would always create big expectations before kissing you. He'd lean in, looking from your eyes to your lips, put a strand of your hair behind your ear, and, when you'd think he was about to finally kiss you, he'd dip you randomly and kiss you fully and passionate. But, sometimes, he'd lean in, look deep in your eyes, a hand cupping your cheek and the other wrapped tightly around your waist, just as you thought that you couldn't get closer to him; his lips brushing against yours, he'd whisper; "I'm going to kiss you now, okay?". You'd both laugh a little bit, but you'd nod or whisper a small "yes," and'd wrap your hands around his neck, leaning in and kissing him with all your love.
