Life'sLemon

TBH i just kinda want them to plotlessly make out again. iz that bad?

whut if the rEAL reason Astral asked for Black mist's help in episode 89 was just an excuse to be near the dark number to figure out his then after the duel, before Mist leaves, Astral asks 96 to stay with him and Yuma (but mainly him).

How about... both OP? Because I also like pointless making out because Iiii am a sinner.

Black Mist hadn't accepted the invitation but the hands crawling over Astral's shoulders convinced him of otherwise. As he sat staring at the night sky, loose fingers trailed down the middle of his back. Lips sat against his ear, earning the smirking Number soft shivers.

"I thought you didn't want to come with us," Astral whispered, tasting hot flashes across his tongue as the danger of the situation climbed up higher.

"I didn't," the other hissed, lips tracing Astral's ear and then along his earring. "But I thought the invitation was something worth investigating since you asked me so endearingly."

What was with these hot touches? They were enough to let him know how cold it was outside and that was almost impossible with the fact it was summer. Yet, somehow, he was cold and wanted those warm hands to continue to cover his form, wanting to feel the comfort of those heated palms. He wouldn't admit it outloud though, even as soft knuckles tucked under his chin and turned his gaze onto pretty heterochromatics.

"So you followed me," the starry entity muttered, "to do what?"

Black Mist chuckled and let his lips softly pinch Astral's lower lip. Honey-colored eyes widened and the Number relished in the change of expression.

"I'm not here to help, really," the number admitted, "but I'm here to at least leave my mark."

Astral's brow furrowed and his lips pursed in thought. It was at that moment that Black Mist took to openly displaying exactly what he wanted.

He pushed against Astral hard, hot mouth on mouth on the rooftop, where no one could see them. With the heat coursing through his body and their hands grappling shoulders and hips he immediately lost all sense of time. His breath was in another's mouth, his chest was trying to vainly grab oxygen and heat spread along his back, forcing him closer to a body he didn't know had wanted him with near-desperation.

By the time Black Mist pulled back, Astral was breathless and his head was spinning. He could feel a bruise trying to form on his lower lip and along his right hip, where Black Mist had gripped so hard that Astral had retaliated by dragging his nails along his partner's back.

"Oh, that's a good expression." Lips brushed his with every word and hot shivers clawed up his spine. He couldn't even get a word out when he felt that hot mouth again and his body reacted, trying to both run and yet cling. It was warm, it felt safe, but he knew better than nothing good could come from this. Black Mist was relishing in the new behavior Astral was showing and, despite how much he wanted to hide, the number wouldn't let him.

His chest was seizing for air by the time they pulled back, Black Mist having dipped his mouth down against his neck.

"Keep making those noises and fighting against me and I might not leave."

Those words brought a warm flush across his face. Astral pulled his hands back to hide his face but warm hands gripped at his wrists, pushing his arms away from his core. It made him feel even less at ease and he was able to see the clear satisfaction it brought to the other who leaned over him. All at once it felt like he was going to be eaten.

"But I finally found a battle you can't win." A smug smirk spread over his mouth and Astral forced himself to not writhe.

"Who says I cannot?" Astral challenged, shivering visibly when a glow of emotion brightened up his two-toned eyes.

A soft kiss was traded, creating hungry shivers all the way up his legs. "Well, Astral, the difference between here and a duel is that you have already lost. You, as a submissive," the word made his toes curl, "have already been made aware of your position. And now you will stay on your back and present yourself to me just like this. And even if you try to deny me the satisfaction..." Astral lost a partial of his senses to another kiss, this time more rough and teeth caught his bruising lower lip. "I will win. You cannot deny me anymore."

The astral form frowned, twisting at his pinned wrists. Black Mist kept him down strong and that feral smirk seemed to only grow. "You mean you believe-"

"I know." Astral stopped. "I know I can keep you like this. Us in one room? Without Yuma?"

He leaned down, stealing several soft kisses from Astral's cooling mouth.

"You've lost. You've lost to me."

Another kiss- quick and soft. Then another, and another and Astral found himself trembling until the tenth. Only then was he rewarded with a long, wet kiss that brought his core to a blaze and a need to heavily weigh on him.

Only then did Black Mist disappear, leaving Astral both satisfied and in need.

He'd have to endure the other, he had to, both to assert himself properly and to not lose himself.

He hadn't lost, not yet. He'd give Black Mist exactly what he wanted but he would make sure it was Black Mist that would be writhing and whining against him. But was this a trap or was this just something that was only between them while time lasted?

Astral would just have to find out as he flushed to the temperature of a 400 degree oven.