SO. I BLAME NO FOR THIS. (or not. I blame myself for writing it, and her for being epic enough to make me write it)
Er, mentions of sex that's not really graphic. I guess that counts as a warning. I rated M to be safe.
So this was written in five minutes after an epic convo with No. Approach with caution.
I don't own Baten Kaitos, and after reading this you'll probably be happy I don't.
Amazing
There were many ways in which Lyude had thought he would die, but this definitely wasn't one of them. Having all your nerves burnt out from too much stimulation really wasn't something he had considered.
He tried to get some oxygen through the mouth currently suffocating him from kissing -was that stamina really human?- to clear his head, but failed dramatically, and thus was unable to concentrate on anything but the hand on his chest or the hand playing with his hair and ear, or the one on his lower points, and -wait- wasn't that one hand too many?
The shock made him gasp and break the kiss, trying to register whether he was being molested by more than one person or his oxygen-deprived mind had given up on delivering data in chronological order and had mixed the various teasing hands. With the two seconds he was given to breathe and think, he realized it was probably the later option, the room being empty save for the two of them. That didn't explain how the person above him seemed to manage to molest him in so many different ways without breaking the laws of physics.
Said person was apparently also able to read minds.
"Didn't they tell you? The Great Mizuti be able to do anything."
See? See? This is why someone should shoot me. Worse is, I actually ship this.
Thanks for reading. And may your mental health rest in peace.
