Forbidden lovers

Moon's shower

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ-ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴏsᴛᴇᴅ: 20/05/22
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Akaza felt an uncomfortable tangle of nerves intertwining with his insides. His sharp eyes glazed over with a shadow of want, mind racing erratically as he stared down on the newly turned demon opposite him.

"Go on Akaza... please" kyojuro breathed out, differently coloured eyes shadowed by his lengthened hair. Knees crossed underneath himself, sharp nails digging slightly into his own thighs.

The pillar's mouth opened ever so slightly, revealing the dim shine of his pearly fangs, eyes squinted as his vision tunnelled on the upper moon. Akaza's face flourished in red, hand moving to cover his mouth slightly in embarrassment.

"Akaza..." the new-demon repeated, slitted pupils scanning the upper moon's chest and features - noticing his resistance. Kyojuro's stomach grumbled painfully, and he could hear Akaza's also. The sun was high, shining on the outside of their stolen home; leaving the duo in the confides of their own company.

Kyojuro made an another attempt to lure Akaza in closer to him. His demonic eyes arousing a dark, malicious delight within the upper moon.

The pillar cupped his callous hands around Akaza's tattooed face "kiss me again, like you love me" he says, his thumb rubbing this circling motion in his cheeks- making it difficult for the other to concentrate. It's almost like Kyojuro is begging, pleading for something Akaza could not quite pinpoint.

The air shifted between the two, proximity making both squirm.

Akaza feels as if he's holding Rengoku's life in the palm of his hand. That he is both his saviour and destruction, in some grey area if you will.

"But I do love you" he replies, throughly studying the hashira's eyes and expression. Every dip and curve of his face, the shades of his skin which looked lighter than ever before, silky hair gracefully slipping down his shoulders.

Placing his hands atop the pillar's, Akaza leaned forward to press a gentle kiss on Kyojuro's lips. So soft as if he were handling a piece of thin glass.

Dazed, the demon retracted his hands from Akaza's face, head tipping to the side as he slipped his fingers under his own uniform to slowly undo a button.

"I'm not that delicate, you know, I won't break" he laughed almost solemnly, provocatively popping open one more button- letting the fabric move to the side to show his chest.

Kyojuro was acutely aware of Akaza's eyes gazing down his skin, he liked the feeling.

The upper bit his lip and sucked in a tense breath, without a doubt, Akaza had been waiting for such a moment for a while. But now that it was here, his whole body seemed to freeze up. Fuck.

A mischievous smirk crossed Kyojuro's pursed lips at his silence "maybe... we should wait" he chuckled, grinning a little at the change in Akaza's face which went from want, to panic.

"Ah- no!"

With a raised brow, Kyojuro let out a sly giggle and undid the rest of his shirt, letting the material slip from his shoulders and onto the futon.

"So you want to keep going? Hm? I might be misreading, so tell me yourself Akaza" Rengoku leaned farther forward, pressing the tip of his pointer finger into the other demon's chest- running his sharp, red nails down the various blue lines.

Goosebumps layered Akaza's skin as he let out a sigh again "I want you, good enough?"

Kyojuro smiled again and acted as if he didn't hear "sorry I missed that, say it again?~"