Astral was glad that Yuma was downstairs, occupied with eating breakfast and catching up on recent news from his grandmother and his sister. Sure, the astral being was supposed to be watching the rest of the world with him, but right now, he couldn't even get up off the floor. Not with someone pinning him to the wooden boards.

Dark Mist was more active than usual, and it was always a shock whenever the dark male showed up anywhere near Astral. Yet, he could never smartly criticize the other when his own mouth was stolen, captured in a moment of ecstasy that he would never truly understand. All that he knew was that whenever he closed his eyes, he could barely remember what was previously said only minutes before, those cold fingers grazing his skin as if to torture him.

Their lips parted for a moment, Astral having a breathless sensation crawl up through his chest as the other kissed along his neck, his mouth surprisingly warm compared to the rest of him. And Astral wondered if this was what would be called 'craving something.' He wanted the other to leave his teeth marks in his skin, but he had no idea if he needed to say it.

A bite to the neck silenced his thoughts of inner turmoil, a soft noise escaping his lips that only made the Number smirk against his skin. "Look at you, Astral. Completely caught under my grip and you're not even struggling~." Astral narrowed his eyes, not wanting to accept defeat by his own double.

"Because every time I move you tighten your hold-! Hng!" Astral gritted his teeth as the hand around his wrists only tightened, as if to furthermore prove his point. A warm mouth caught onto his collarbone, causing his breath to hitch in his throat as he flinched. "Y-You!" Astral shut his eyes tightly, feeling his breath pick up again as the other took advantage of his lack of clothing.

The male had begun to leave deep bruises along his skin, the blue tint gaining purple splotches slowly under the warm cavern of Dark Mist. Whatever words he had on his tongue left quickly as the straddling male began littering the other with bruises along his neck and shoulders. Warmth spiraled up the astral being's spine as his back arched upward, spurring the Number even more to completely dominate him.

A soft whine left Astral as he felt his own body temperature increase, a flush flourishing over his cheeks from the embarrassment he was experiencing. Slowly, he opened his eyes after his assault was paused, a hand finding its way to his face to make sure their eyes met. He knew the other was looking him over, those eyes dancing over the numerous bruises he had left, the rise and fall of the messenger's chest and then towards those parted lips.

Dark Mist licked his lips slowly and then brought them down, letting them ghost over Astral's. The male shuddered as their eyes stayed locked, as if daring one another to turn away. Astral began to feel uneasy, knowing the other was taking in every inch of him. "Dark..."

For a long moment, the dark double said nothing but moved to warmly capture the other's lips, both hands now moving to cup the messenger's face. Astral, finally free, tentatively wrapped his arms around the slender shoulders of the other, pulling them ever closer. This was what Astral enjoyed. Despite the Number's cold skin, the security the other was providing him was something he knew was going to be the death of him.

"My Astral. Mine."