Lips
He used to have a list. It was a list of everything that was different between himself and the average human. Lips were added to the list shortly after he met April.
April's lips were a light pink but still dark against her pale skin, different to his barely visible lips.
He'd often dream of kissing her and imaging how those lips would feel against his own.
He imagined they'd be soft and warm, unlike his cold scaly ones.
They were just as he imagined, although that was just what he had found through her cheek kisses.
The first time she kissed him on the mouth, he'd been too shocked to enjoy the experience.
They didn't speak of the kiss for years.
Their first, actual kiss, was everything Donnie could have hoped for it to be.
He thought her lips had looked good before? They were nothing on how they looked after a heavy makeout session, redden, swollen and slightly wet
God , he loved her lips.
He'd got carried away one day and accidently bit her lip, an unusually aggressive move on his part but apparently it was something that April really, really liked.
What Don really, really liked?
Her lips wrapped around his cock.