Without a Whisper
Touch of Fever
There was no doubt in Ryuuji's mind that Rin was good with not only his hands, but his whole body-from his low-lidded eyes burning with a hint of red to the careful way his tail stroked around the Aria's thighs and hips. A fang scraped just so over a tendon on his throat, and it drew a deep, guttural groan from his burning chest. That little bit of demon that shone through in his feisty bed-partner was like adding an aphrodisiac to punch; it was a creative way to seek a painfully high form of pleasure.
Rin was quiet for once; the way he silently lost himself in passion was perhaps one of the biggest surprises when this relationship began, but Ryuuji certainly wasn't opposed to it. Every word his lover tried to convey would come through his wandering fingers, his burning skin, the press of his hips and the slight little sounds that would escape as he tried in vain to speak. Ryuuji's hands were so large compared to the slight waist of the half-demon that it make him look more delicate; that perception would never last long though, as Rin would prove his monstrous strength at any moment. Even now, as he paused to gaze down on that thin, pliant body, the cambion licked his lips and threw away all patience in favor of sitting up and wrapping a possessive hand around the back of his head, dragging him into a sharp kiss.
I crave you. I would devour you whole, but I would still be empty.
Those were the sorts of things that he could sense in the kiss as fangs pricked at his flesh, nearly drawing blood and yet not quite.
I want to scream for you loudly, but my voice can't express the extent of this feeling.
It was plain as day; a primal whine escaped, fading into a purr as Rin's lips moved to stroke up his jaw, ducking just enough to nip at the underside, nose snuggled to Ryuuji's metal-studded ear. Ryuuji cherished this affection; a creature such as this, strength absolutely unmatched and unmeasured even by his brethren, had chosen to give up all defense in his presence. One who had not even opened up completely to his younger brother, his twin, had chosen to form a bond so deep with him that, even without words, his thoughts were explicitly understood. Even now, as he brought those burning blue eyes up to gaze at him on even ground, lips hovering a scant centimeter away, he knew exactly what he was thinking.
If you were to leave me, my heart would go with you. Without it, I would perish. Still I trust you, because I know that all I am is perfect when you're here.
"Love you." Rin looked stupefied when Ryuuji dropped that on him, but the face was too cute. Light, snow-like kisses rained down on the youth's lips, full of that indescribable affection that suddenly welled up and yet only had this way to spill over. The way he blinked and sighed, his breath punctuated with little gasps, told Ryuuji that the demon was attempting to tell him also, but it went without words. He couldn't speak.
I can't even convey to you how much I…
Note: A short, experimental piece. Testing the waters in a new fandom, if you will. Reviews and critiques are much appreciated!