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Pharm's smile was soft and wide. It was home and it was quiet morning kisses that tasted of coffee sweetened with palm sugar and the faint scent of pandan lingering in the air. And it was the hum of contentment against Dean's ear as their breathing slowed and the sweat on their skin began to cool.
It was a smile Dean hadn’t seen in person for almost two weeks.
"P'Dean," Pharm said, wiping his hands on his apron.
"Pharm," Dean answered, licking at his bottom lip.
When Pharm was within arm's reach, Dean hooked his arm around his waist and pulled him close.
Dean's hands were tender and warm. They were safety and the gentle brush at the small of his back as Dean reached for something on the shelf or spanning Pharm's back as they swayed to music playing on the radio. They were the slow trace along Pharm's face and chest and the impatient skittering across Pharm's stomach, bringing out bubbled laughter.
It was a touch Pharm's body had been craving for almost two weeks.
"I missed you," Dean said, peppering Pharm’s cheeks and forehead with kisses. His fingers tangled around one end of the ties of Pharm’s apron and pulled, undoing the knot.
“Welcome home,” Pharm replied, his eyes moving to Dean's mouth as he wrapped his arms around Dean’s shoulders as they leaned in for a kiss.