I love this taste. The silky smooth feeling of your skin against my lips, the salty tang of your sweat as it rolls into my mouth. I scrape my teeth against the column of your throat, relishing in your soft cries. The phantom taste of copper dances across my tongue, red streams from after the battles, when we fucked just to prove we were still alive. Your hands dig and clench into me; the left tangling in my hair and the right crushing my thigh. I love that I can push you so far that you forget about the pain, that you forget the strength in that mutated limb. My hands slid across and under your loose shirt, nails scraping your tense muscles, playing with the hard edges. You grip me harder, panting with these little whines, like your so turned on you can't even breath. I slip a hand under the loose waist of your sweatpants, fingers brushing against the hard, thick--
Your right hand clenches over mine. Your soft, silky black hair caresses my face as you shake your head at me.
"...Kubo..." Your voice is low and hoarse; it sends a shiver down my spine. The hot air from my mouth makes you gasp and shudder; your grip slackens, and I move my hand lower. My fingers curl around you, loose, just...feeling you for the moment. You're moaning already. I love that about you, your ability to feel, to relish in your emotions.
Your open mouth calls to me. I release your neck, leaving behind the hickey you'll never notice for the trembling redness of your lips. Tongue stroking against yours, I finally move my hand, gripping the head tightly, smearing the precome around and down...
A sharp tooth pierces my lip. You break away with a gasp, your normally lavender eyes such a deep purple, fogged over as you come in my hand, screaming my name. Spent, exhausted, you curl around me like the cat you are, nuzzling my neck. Mouth bloody, I kiss yours again, taking in your sweet taste like a hit of nicotine. I love this taste. I love you.
I give you my embrace, too strong, that will make you wish to close your eyes. I give you my sweetest whisper, too low, that will make you stop your ears.
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AN: Trying something new. I have a slew of Kazuya Minekura images on my flashdrive, and a lot of the ones with Tokito and Kobuta from Wild Adapter are suggestive like whoa. So, while renaming all the image files to names that I'd remember, I stared at this one for a long time. LONG. TIME. And the story pretty much wrote itself. Oh, and the italicized line at the end is the english translation that's in my WA vol 2.
This is also the first fanfic I've written in, what, two years? Besides the things I do for my amazingly talented friends, of course. Boy, do I know how to reenter a subject, eh? Decided to cross-post here because, really, it's just a hard R. I was very word-non-specific this time.
LISTEN UP!!! I do not own the characters or the image shown. They are the property of Kazuya Minekura. Everyone, go read anything by her that you can get your hands on. NOW. Thank'ya an' g'night
Sets, out.
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