ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴡʟ | Tokyo Revengers

☯ XLVIII: Someone

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One wanted to prove he was worth being called king, having anything and anyone at his mercy. The other wanted to feel something, at least the quick lust.

The long moment they spent in their thoughts broke when Izana slowly leaned to kiss her. The young lady closed her eyes, letting him set a pace, and quickly was able to follow it.

As the kiss escalated, Y/n felt more attracted to him, causing her doubts to disappear when she moved to straddle his lap, taking him by the sides of his face.

After all his hard work, Izana could say it was worth it just by that little arousal act. He was already high on pleasure. One of his hands found its way to her lower back, and the other reached her nape, applying pressure like it could make them even closer.

Both slowed down, taking turns lightly biting their lips and regaining the air in their lungs, feeling their pulse at high speed.

They finally came to a stop, looking deeply into each other eyes, from less than an inch apart, still able to taste their breath.

The young man's orchid pupils were hypnotizing, making Y/n get lost in them, smiling at how he was analyzing her features with such admiration. How much longer could she ignore the fact he had been so caring and supportive?

He couldn't accept it out loud, but the intimate moment had made him realize something. His heart was beating fast but not by the excitement of how the night surely would turn on, but because the girl sitting on his lap was mesmerizing.

He couldn't take his eyes off her face that seemed to shine. It wasn't just her looks. It was a bunch of accumulated things he had noticed over the months about her, even the smallest ones. Izana had been slowly falling in love without realizing it, and the disclosure made him smile back.

"Is everything okay, Izana?" Y/n took a little distance, observing his curiousness.

"Yeah, I've never been better." He placed his hands on the sides of her thighs with careful motions, still unable to take his gaze from her. "Dance with me."

The sounding ballad gave the atmosphere a touch of romance more than lust or craving. The young dancing couple was frightened at how both hearts had started to soften, looking for fondness, not just the pleasure or the satisfaction of fulfilling their goal.

The evening had taken a path neither expected.

The slow moves lulled them, comfortably leaning into each other. Y/n had her arms hanging from his neck, and her head rested on his shoulder, while Izana had his arms wrapped around her waist, and his body shivered every time she breathed against his neck.

"Do you want me to accompany you to your floor? You need to rest after the long day." The bleach-haired boy asked after she yawned, internally wanting for her to stay.

"That would be fine." Her answer dropped his hope for a second, but strangely, he didn't have the urge to force her to do something she didn't want to. She raised her head to look at him with a shy attitude. "But do you think I could stay here with you?"

Izana responded by taking her by the back of her knees, carrying her like a just married couple, smiling wide and making her giggle in surprise by the swift move. "I'd love that."

The young man took her to the bedroom, giving her playful tickles by nuzzling her neck with his nose and light bites.

"Stop! Haha!" The lady pleaded without a scape and wiggled her legs in the air.

When they arrived at the bed, he let her body lay, and he leaned with her arms still wrapping around his neck, supporting his weight with his hands aside her head.