Stolen wants and forget me nots (scaralumi)

Let Rain Drop Upon The Petals

It's dark.

A kind of empty that felt like the sea had devoured him, like the solar system was beneath the earth and out of sight. Not enough to raise his anxieties, though. He instead found comfort in the nothing, a warm envelope to hold him and wipe away the blood stained in his mind.

His hand drew towards his abdomen, subconscious in its movement and he didn't notice. He took in a breath, slow and steady, and something behind his eyes threatened to burn.

Once, he had wanted to become human.

But that once turned to twice, then thrice, then he lost count. Every chance he found was just out of reach from the tips of his fingers, all taken away.

Until the darkness began to fade, and the sun welcomed him. Golden hair fell like sunshine from an urn.

Where they laid was familiar, yet he wasn't sure where it was— a mix of the traveler's teapot and something entirely new to him. The atmosphere was pleasant though, calm and warm and he noticed his beloved sound asleep before him. But there was something about how the wind stilled and the clock ticked that left him unsettled.

His abdomen was hot. It felt as though the emptiness he felt just seconds before was inside him, aching for something.

And just then, he saw Lumine turn to face him, eyes drowsy as she yawned. "What's the matter?" she asked, his reflection in her eyes, surprised.

He gulped, many words spiraling in his mind but his lips never settled on one. Instead his hand reached her arm, and somehow she knew, making her lips curve upwards.

When she leaned closer, he noticed she was wearing nothing but a robe— and so was he. Their lips touched while he wondered, though his questions were quick to melt onto her tongue.

He was compliant the entire time, not voicing a single sound of complaint, as she gently held him and turned to pin him against the futon. Her hair fell onto his face like silk, brushing against his reddening cheeks like kisses from the earth.

"Are you excited?" she asked, lowering herself towards him, pressing her mouth to his neck.

"For?" he heard himself speak with a quiet voice: tired and unused. She spread kisses around his neck and collarbones before trailing her tongue across the marks on his body, her hands pulling his robe apart. When she leaned upwards just enough to look at him, her hand began making its way across his abdomen, and she watched him with smug eyes.

"You'll see." her palm slid over his crotch, and she saw his chest rise for a quiet gasp.

If it were any other time, he would've gagged at his reactions. Seeing his thighs spread to her demand would've made him sick, but there he was— allowing her to spread his folds without any insults her way, all the while her mouth enjoyed his chest. Her touch was akin to that of a feather's, yet its weight was not; it pressed on his skin and pulled his mind into another dimension, gentle yet heavy and the sky began to shine brighter.

His body squirmed when she rubbed his clit, getting a feel first in short lines before she began circling it with her finger. He hissed under her touch, all the nerves in his body flaring up and all of a sudden the sensation of her teeth on his breast sent shivers down his spine. She listened to his body, understanding every twitch of his shoulders and every forced breath, doing exactly what they told her and thoroughly taking him in.

His chest had just slightly swollen from the past year, its skin soft and delicate as she left bite marks all over. They'd heal anyway, but he'd still find himself amused at the scars her teeth left, and even though she never mentioned it— she would too.