Pᴀʀᴀᴅᴏxɪᴄᴀʟ (sanzu×rindo)

Chapter 5: Princess

Eyes locked to the sight bestowed before him, the edges of his lips curled up into a smirk, and he slowly approached the male.

"Did you wait long?" words left the purple haired male, yet it brought him the pink haired male's attention. Rindo devoured the tanalizing sight of Sanzu, his lilac hues stripping the male off any form of personal space.

But he wasn't to be blamed.

For Sanzu looked especially alluring to him at that moment, with his usual pink mullet slightly messy, strands pieced on his face. His icy blue eyes seemed slightly dull and uninterested, pink eyelashes fluttering as he pulled his gaze up from the ground to Rindo's pretty face. A cigerette rested between his lips, it's bud still burning. His body was slightly slumped down, yet leaned on the black car behind him. With a hand tucked in his pocket, the other arm rested casually on the roof of the car, as though his legs didn't have the strength to hold onto his weight.

"Of course....." he muttered, lips moving the slightest for the cigerette in between barely moved an inch. Perhaps it was a talent he gained with his laziness to take out the cancer stick. ".......this princess here sure took her own time to get ready, hm?"

Rindo's footsteps stopped right infront of the man who was Bonten's number 2, his hand reaching up as he got hold of the stick rested between Sanzu's lips.

His lilac hues peered into the pools of blue in Sanzu's eyes, tension in the basement carpark the both were in shrouding as they continued remaining heavy eye contact. The prolonged eye contact made the atmosphere become more heated, as though silent screams of heartfelt desires were rising from their shadows.

Holding the thin cylinder of finely cut tobacco rolled in paper, Rindo placed it softly in between his lips, his movements breaking the eye contact as Sanzu's eyes drooped down to his lips.

It was as though Rindo's careful actions had struck a chord like a siren's song, for unjust amounts of arousal was pouring through his every pore. He worked the magic of a temptress, pulling the attention of those he worked to attract, for a type of magnetic attraction pulled them together. He flamed the small torch in Sanzu, urging the desire to grow with his shows of enticement and appeal.

With Sanzu's drilling gaze focused on his lips, Rindo couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment flood over his senses, as though the first step to seducing him had been completed. The previously uninterested ocean blue eyes now glimmered with a slight sparkle, focused on Rindo's pink, slightly swollen, yet supple lips-and the stick of cigerette hanging plainly in between the two pieces of muscular folds.

As though finding this play unravelling infront of his eyes entertaining, chuckles reverberated from the depths of his throat, making the purple haired male feel slightly flustered, even though he didn't show it on his facials.

Humming lowly, his low octaves sent shudders running down the other's spine. Leaning down the slightest, Sanzu took ahold of the tobacco stick, pulling it out of Rindo's parted lips before he dropped it onto the floor, his shoe sole smashing on it. "You shouldn't smoke a cigerette I've already used, Princess."

Draping his arms around the neck of the other, Rindo pulled Sanzu down slightly, where their faces were met with such close proximity. Noses brushing lightly against one another, Rindo wouldn't admit this but Sanzu's name-calling for him made his heart feel slightly weak. Sanzu wrapped his arms around Rindo's hips, pressing their hips together as their hip bones slightly knocked against each other.

"What's with the sudden Princess nickname?" Rindo questioned, the smell of burnt tobacco leaves wafting into their nostrils. "Do you perhaps want to be the Prince for this Princess?"