Anime 🍋Lemons🍋

🍋 hawks🍋

It was bold of you to invite yourself over, and Hawks – Keigo – is shirtless. He is shirtless, he is embracing you, and you should revel in this divine happiness with your full attention on the man, but one part of him in particular catches your attention almost stupidly in this moment.

What color are his wings? You take care not to disturb the feathers too much as you gently stroke them, but your mind wanders to find the right shade. Crimson, or scarlet, or carmine. Blood. Desire.

Keigo sighs in contentment and reaches up with an ungloved hand to touch your cheek gently. Desire.

"You really took me by surprise, coming over like this," Keigo murmurs softly. "I wonder.. if you have any other surprises."

"Well," you say, your arms returning to lock around the back of his neck, "I guess that depends on what you expect of me."

You twist your fingers into the maze of honey-blond curls, gently stroking your thumbs around the sensitive patch of skin behind the ears, and the man shivers. You have him in your grasp, putty in your hands. His wings flex and flutter, and he gazes with desire-clouded ochre eyes into your own.

Desire clouds you too, and you lean forward to kiss him. As if he was waiting for your sign, Keigo meets you with a fervor, first matching your passion, teasing his tongue into your mouth, and then taking command. His hand moves down your cheek, to your jaw, tracing your bone and gently thumbing down your neck slowly, slowly, agonizingly slowly. You shudder with pleasure under his touch and press yourself into him as his tongue continues to reach into your begging mouth.

Keigo is good at picking up clues, and he picks up his pace. His hand is still moving, resting briefly over your shirt, over your chest, before grabbing at the fabric and forcing it up, too impatient to reach the bottom and make the trip back up. He cups your right tit, squeezing lightly before forcing his hand behind the constricting wire of your bra. His fingers are rough, calloused, but gentle. He finds your nipple with his deft fingers, running a circle around it and pinching it lightly. You sigh and he chuckles into you.

You move your own hands down, too, caressing his broad shoulders, feeling prickles of sandy blonde hair against your palms as you run your hands down his chest. You’re aware of how stereotypical it is, but you still marvel at how firm his abs are beneath the soft skin, and you catch your balance there.

Keigo’s other hand has come down to your chest as well, groping at your left tit and giving it the same attention. Your nipples pucker under his touch.

The desire pushes you forward, heavy breaths moving your chest into his welcome hands. Your tongue wraps into the inside of his mouth, his soft lips enveloping yours, a contrast from the rough stubble scratching pleasingly at your own chin. Pausing, you smile for a gleeful moment, and he kisses your closed mouth gently. The tip of his tongue licks you, before kissing your smile again.

“Oh,” you moan at the eroticism, parting your lips and welcoming him back again. You breathe into him; he breathes into you.

He moves away from your mouth, kissing your jaw, down your neck, a wet trail in his wake. “Wanna- move – somewhere a little nicer?” he says into your collarbone before nipping at the skin. He bites again, sucking, letting his tongue lap and seal over what will definitely be a violet love mark in the morning.

You give a quick embrace before letting go and stepping back, dizzily. “Lead the way,” you say.

He pulls his hands out from under your shirt, kindly doing his best to adjust your bra back around you. The lack of touch leaves you wanting, your arms suddenly empty, and as he turns away to walk down the hall he extends a hand to you. You ignore it and wrap your arms around him as he starts to walk, burrowing your face into the firm space of his back between his lovely wings and peppering it with kisses.