[Oc fanfiction]
"I've been always longing to vanish, the sooner the better. I wanted to forget all. But now...I have one thing I don't want to forget. Even if I'm going to vanish...I want to vanish with that memory stuck in my mind. Thanks for...Giv...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Alamort Half dead of exhaustion
__________
Armed with offerings, Katsu marched upstairs and boldly strode up to Kiyo’s bedroom door. He had nudged his toe into the crack between the wood and the doorframe, inquiry of their thirst primed and ready on his tongue, when he heard it.
“What a slut. Slobbering all over poor Katsu’s pretty sheets, hm? If you’re going to moan, then moan.”
“Y-Yon—” A wet, shuddering gasp ricocheted through the hallway—then, a cry.
Katsu nearly dropped the drinks.
He jerked blindly in his haste to get away from the door, juice sloshing across his fingers, but Katsu couldn’t even begin to care about how the carpet would stain because he’d accidentally knocked the door open and—
—Kiyo’s room was gloriously, stupendously empty.
Katsu reeled.
“You’re so— ngh, fucking hell, you’re so tight. So good around me—”
Slap. “What did I say about thrusting?”
“Sorry, your hole feels so needy for my dick that I forgot.”
The world careened violently on his axis of balance as Katsu stumbled back to the stairwell, where a small, decorative table of framed photographs and trinkets took the burden of sticky glass from his trembling hands. It was with years upon years of playing ninja pretend as a child that Katsu flawlessly avoided every squeaky part of the floor, despite his utterly vandalized state of mind. The journey to his own bedroom was silent but for the thundering of Katsu’s own frantic heart.
Well, that, and the apparent dirty talk.
“You’re fucking pushing it, Furuoki,” growled a voice Katsu knew by heart—knew because it was his own. Katsu settled his fingers on the knob, praying that his tremors weren’t so harsh that they would cause the metal to rattle. “You talk big for someone who’s tied up.”
“Says the whore bouncing on my lap,” came the sickly sweet reply, equally familiar in its tonality.
There was no mistaking what was happening behind the door. Katsu should have left them to it, picked up his juice, and gone downstairs to draft his disappointed lecture for when they were done.
Instead, Katsu held his breath and prodded the door until it stuttered open the barest bit. He lined his eye up to the crack just in time to see Kiyo, back at the entrance, yanking Yuu’s head with a fistful of dark hair. The throat Yuu bared was speckled with hickies. Katsu clapped a hand over his mouth.
