the puppeteer // enoch o'connor

04

A/N: Haven't been on wattpad in a fat minute and saw notifs of people interacting w the story! Idk if I would be cruel to give yall this chapter that has been in my drafts for like..ever - since I am unsure about continuing this story, hehe. But I was rereading the previous chapters and wow, my writing was so cheesy and bad haha. This chapter is somewhat better though, i'm tempted to rewrite the chapters into 3rd pov, but honestly idek if I have the motivation :') I haven't touched up in this fandom in a fat minute so I worry I may get some information wrong haha.
The problem that I have is that I come up with so many story ideas but never have the patience nor motivation to write it all out, haha.

Either way, enjoy this cute/kinda spicy? chapter :)

Callum's P.O.V

I woke up from my bed, sitting up, receiving a creak from my mattress. A groan was heard beside me as they flipped over, cold from the lost of contact from me sitting up. I look to my right and see a messy head of black curly locks laying on my pillow, facing away from me.

I smiled and reached over to Enoch's shoulder and pulled him over to me. He easily rolled over and instantly curled up onto my chest, a warm content smile on his pale face. I brushed away stubborn curls and admired his face which was void of stress and full of peace.

"Stop staring at me, you perverted old man." Enoch mumbled and hid underneath my arm.

I laughed but gasped nonetheless, pretending to act offended from the fact that he called me a pervert and an old man.

"Old man? Im only 3 months older than you." I stated with a cheeky smile.

"3 months and 14 days!" Enoch remarked from underneath Callum.

Callum chuckled and rolled his eyes at the childish demeanor his significant other had held early in the morning. He hovered himself over Enoch's shirtless body and had both of his black veiny forearms on either side of Enoch's adorable morning face.

In the mornings Enoch's face would always be slightly puffy from the fact that his right cheek would always be pressed against Callum's chest. His rosy cheeks were the rosiest they will ever be because of the thought that Enoch will always (mostly because of the act of Ms. Peregrine to encourage him to sleep in his own room) wake up to his lovers face.

Enoch opened his dark ebony eyes and was met with a rich honey glazed ones that belonged to none other than Mr. McGregor. The boy looked up at Callum and admired him, he admired at how the morning sun lit up his eyes, easily showing the golden-like specs that surrounded his pupils like a golden galaxy. He admired at how sharp his jawline was and yet how soft and gentle his facial features were displayed. How kind his eyes were, how gentle his thick caterpillars eyebrows are, and how Callum's soft pink plump lips was in a soft smile doing the exact same to Enoch; admiring how beautiful he was, on how lucky he is to find someone like Enoch.

"Good Mornin', luv." Callum said in his gravely morning voice which caused Enoch's rosy cheeks to become a little more rosier-if possible.

"Morning, dick-ed." Enoch replied in his thick accent-pretending he didn't love the boy on top of him.

Callum scoffed playfully and smirked as an idea popped up in his head. Callum slowly brought his head down lower into the crevice of Enoch's neck and started to kiss softly at the soft exposed skin.

This action caused Enoch to gasp softly and freeze in his spot. Callum smirked at his action and continued his pursuit to annoy his boyfriend. Callum kissed Enoch all the way down to the very bottom of his torso and then glanced up at his very flustered lover.

Callum chuckled, always amused at the fact that Enoch will never stop blushing madly as if it were their first time every time they happen to do it. Callum is actually touched and it makes him fall in love with Enoch more and more each time.

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