his hands ghosted over the red and white cigarette box, sitting right outside the busy streets of his work. the moon highlighted every crack and crevice of his rough, currently revealed skin. he flicked the lighter open, the flame only highlighting him more as he covered the dancing flame and brought it upwards to his cigarette that hung between his pretty lips. smoke began to burn from the cancer stick, stuffing both the box and his lighter into his pocket and allowing the grey smoke to float upwards into the crispy air.
his hair was messy - one part up and one part down. it framed his strong jawline, black hair waving into every direction. dark eyes peered beside of him, only to find you walking towards him. you were so pretty. so perfect, pretty, all for him. a pair of sweatpants and a tanktop that fitted your upper body, flannel hanging on from your elbows that were bent so your hands could be stuffed into your pockets.
you smiled. a genuine, real smile that no one nowadays gave him. you stopped, and observed him. he was intriguing, to say the least. the most interesting person you had ever had the pleasure of running into. you took his half-smoked cigarette, balancing it between your own lips as you stood beside him, leaning against the wall beside of him. you dragged out the smoke, only to exhale it back out with a chuckle. "we both need to stop." you acknowledged, but a habit is a habit - one so hard to break.
but to geto suguru, you were the only addiction that was hard to quit.
his hands travelled until they reached his own pockets, stuffing inside of the grey jacket you had once given him. it smelled like cigarettes and his cologne now, but he couldn't care. your hands had once touched it, and thats all that mattered to suguru.
he looked over at you, who was now twisting the burnt out cigarette onto the wall and flicking it into a nearby trashcan. you sighed, "d'you wanna come with me tonight? we haven't had that 'date' that you keep on yappin' about." you poked fun at him, but the word date that slipped off your tongue so easily with suguru in the context of it had his heart pounding. he laughed. "not yappin' about it. jus' offering it to you. 'n it's not a date, it's just late night drinks. we've both been stressed out and we both need to unwind."
unwind. unwinding with you? now that sounded nice.
he stood, and you both walked. your place wasn't far, a comfortable apartment with enough space for the two of you to sleep in your own rooms respectively, but he couldn't help but want to be the only one who was blessed to wake up with his arms draped around your waist.
you chatted - about each other, about life, about friends and family, work.. you talked about anything and everything, and yet nothing at all.
when you arrived, you sighed as he sat at the kitchen island after removing his shoes and coat, hanging it on the coat rack beside of yours. wine poured, a deep dark crimson red that almost reminded him of your cheeks whenever you blushed, or it was cold. he grabbed his, sipping away as the bitter taste left a funny feeling in his mouth.
you sat beside of him once more. he took in your smell, how sweet it was despite your personality. you two talked once more, and his voice only got drowsier and more slurred as you two went through wine like it was nothing.
"you know," suguru began, swirling the crimson drink in his hand, "i've been waiting for this night. to where we both got a little drunk or tipsy enough to not remember anything the next day, or it's fuzzy and just barely in the back of our minds." he sighed, downing the rest of his drink before his dark hues of eyes starred down at yours, "just one night with me. jus' one night, 'n if y'don't wanna, we just forget this ever happened."
you stared, pupils dilated as you chuckled. "okay. we'll see how it goes, sugu. 've always wanted to, anyway." you slurred, chuckling as you instantly, and yet softly, grabbed his wrist. you dragged him, while tumbling and giggling at each others mistakes, to your room. dark but illuminated by LEDs, bright and luminescent, giving life to your room. it all reminded him of you.
you tugged each others clothes off, hasty and desperate. your hands clung to his skin, then to his hair. you tugged and the groan he let out was divine. his hands gently gripped at your waist, pulling you into a scorching kiss. you both moaned as your back hit the mattress, his hands clasping over your wrists and pinning them against the bed.
"come on," he groaned, one hand allowing your wrist to free as it moved to your neck and squeezed the sides. his lips attached themselves onto your neck, biting and sucking and kissing over your hickey he had left once he pulled away. "you're so pretty - so pretty, 'n so perfect. just for tonight, you're mine."
"come on, come on. sit on my face," he cooed, "you're royalty 'n my face is your throne, ain't that right?" you nodded mindlessly, him already taking home on your bed after discarding of his shirt. you moved, straddling the sides of his face before you, without hesitation, planted yourselves on his face. almost instantly his strong hands came to grip at your thighs as his tongue moved slowly, flicking around and just barely getting where you needed him most.
"suguru, please, just a bit more - a bit higher, oh, fuck!" you groaned out, furrowing your brows as your fingers came down to grab onto his black locks and tug. "good boy, good fucking boy - ha," you moaned, your hips grinding against his tongue as you waited patiently as his tongue circled around your clit almost tauntingly.
and right as you came, his tongue continued to circle around with no reluctance despite you coming down from your high. "suguru! t'much, too much!" you yelped, whining quietly as he gave a hearty chuckle and removed his tongue from your hole and his hands from your thighs, allowing you to shakily move off of his face and lay back down.
you were dizzy as you felt his hands on your thighs once more, pushing your knees back and against your shoulders, or close to them. he laughed quietly, seeing you so fucked out already. "tired already, angel? oh, you poor thing. i've wanted this so bad for so long, don't think i can stop now." he taunted, before he leaned down and kissed your jaw.
"safeword is red. you okay?" he questioned, genuine concern etched in his voice before the same taunting grin came back once you mindlessly nodded.
he groaned against you once he had just barely tugged down his boxers enough for his dick to spring and softly hit against his stomach. he rutted himself along your slick, humming in satisfaction once you started whimpering. "sugu, 'm too sensitive,"
"come on, doll. you can take just a bit more, can't you? you wanna be good for me, don't you?" he purred, running his soft lips against your collarbone with a little dark chuckle. he thrusted into you, slow, soft, gentle. you moaned, back slightly arching with some restriction due to your legs. he swears he feels his whole body shiver once you shoot him a starry eyed glance, his hips clashing against the curve of your ass.
"come on, good, jus' like that, baby.. keep moaning my name, so good for me. so obedient, aren't you?" he praised, and you nod out a pretty, dazed "uh huh" for him which makes him giggle as though you two weren't fucking.
your moans were intoxicating, like a drug he couldn't get enough of, his new addiction. your mere presence was overwhelming, but he doesn't know if he can let you go now that you've allowed him to take you like this, sliding in and out of you like you were actually his.but just for this one night, he would take you on and on until he had nothing left to give.
