Happy Friday, guys! Today's kiss is a short one, again, but it's new! Hope you have a good weekend!
A Kiss To Give Up Control
Tuxedo Mask had no idea when it was that he'd surrendered.
The pull to her was older than his memories of even being this masked vigilante. Yet he knew deep in his gut that was what triggered it - she transformed, and so did he.
She'd scream and he'd run, she'd fall and he'd catch, she'd fight and he'd try and hold the target clear for her. She was a thousand times more powerful and yet he would jump in front of her and he had no idea why.
There was a time he tried to fight it. Where he resented it, this thrall she had on him. When he wanted to be free of it, just as he'd wanted to be free of the dreams of a faceless princess that had haunted him for so long. When he didn't understand it, yet.
He'd tried to keep away once. He'd felt the splitting headache that triggered his transformation and he'd clawed his hands into the window frame, trying not to go.
There was still a dent today where the wood had splintered.
Yes, in the beginning, he'd cursed it. Cursed her, just a little. What was it about this magical girl that had him so magically enslaved to her?
It was way, way later that he finally understood.
And really, he'd been kind of an idiot to not have caught on sooner.
The pull was still there even when his teeth dragged across her skin, even when his hips pushed against hers, even when his hands were full of her. There was nothing he could do to make it stop, he needed more.
And so did she, judged by the breathless siren call he could pull from her lips that felt like it burned through his veins and echoed from his soul.
"More," she cried against his ear, her hands digging into his hair, his hand digging into her hip, his mask digging into his cheek and against her throat as he bit and sucked and marked her like she was something he could keep and claim and make his.
He pressed against her and she pressed back and there was nothing left that he could do, he'd given up control so long ago.
And so he sucked harder, bit deeper, slipped his tongue up her throat, along her jaw, into her mouth and tried to drown.
He'd surrendered long, long ago, to this pull that came from her and that had chained his heart and he didn't even care anymore.
She would shout and he would come running, she would scream and he would feel like dying, she would sigh and he would gasp into her mouth and she would kiss and he would surrender. Always.
Somehow, he felt like he'd done it before.
Obvious Setting Tag: Classic (Pre-Reveal)
(Yes, a bit less canon than usual, but I will always, always, always want them to have more chemistry in Classic.)
Also, I'll start posting a new multi-chaptered story today, if you want to check it out! If not, have a wonderful weekend either way, and see you on Monday with the next kiss!