Kenny Omega: He loves your hands. He finds it really comforting when you hold them in his, the way they just radiate warmth wherever you touch him. He may have grew up in constant cold weather but he still finds solace in how it feels to hold hands with you.
Hangman Adam Page: He loves your tummy. He loves laying on it while cuddling and watching movies with you. It doesn't matter to him how big or small it is, he loves it all the same. Oh yeah, a little secret, he blows raspberries on it. A lot. Especially when you're down.
Matt Jackson: He loves your eyes. Your eyes never lies, always telling him what you're feeling all the time. He loves the way they sparkle when you do something you're really passionate about or the way they shine when you look at him. He always manages to get lost in them but he loves it.
Nick Jackson: He loves your lips. He loves the feeling of them pressed against his or against his forehead, or anywhere really. He thinks they're perfect. The perfect size, the perfect shape, the perfect color and especially perfect for his.
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