𝑫𝒀𝑵𝑨𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑺𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑺 ⇢ Gojo Satoru

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐋𝐈𝐈𝐈 - 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

KINZOKU MIKAZUKI WAS FAST ASLEEP, her chest rising slightly with each breath while her naked body lay on top of the sheets, one leg sticking out of the side of the bed while the other was closer to her chest. The sorceress was completely naked, her translucent skin covered in a thin layer of sweat while pale strands of grey hair stuck to her face, her cheek propped against the pillow. Tomita Yashiro let out a breath, finger slowly tracing her figure as he explored the hard sinuous ridges of her body.

The man had become used to this ritual; silently observing Mikazuki while she lay asleep, their bodies tangled in a post-coital haze as the tip of his fingers traced the lines of her hard body. Mikazuki was so much quieter like this, whatever chaos lived in her mind as fast asleep as she was, the beast within dormant. Yashiro loved every second of it, he loved the way his finger moved across her skin, the way her nose wrinkled with his soft touch. It had become a habit of theirs, especially after a full night of sex and glory in which the two became one.

Yashiro's body still ached from their passionate encounter, yet it was nothing compared to the marks he could already see forming on her pale skin. He'd gone a bit overboard, his lips trailing across her chest and leaving dark blue and reddish hickeys all over the place. To her, it was all about the sex and the pleasure, it was the way her core tightened whenever he closed his mouth around her breast. To him, it was something else entirely – to him, it was about branding her, making sure everyone knew she was his.

Except, she wasn't, was she? Mikazuki had said so herself, the reminder of her words sour enough to make the man pull away from her body, hands retreating back as he let out another sigh. The rejection should have hurt more than this and although his heart was wounded, there was still a part of Yashiro that truly believed they could make this work.

He was wrong, for fate had other plans for the both of them and their paths had been drawn long before either of them even came into existence, but the idea still lingered in the back of his head on days like these. Mikazuki's body was entrancing, like a spell had been cast over him. It was sensual, the way in which her hips swayed whenever she walked, an alluring call from a siren. She was beautiful but, more than that, she was fierce, a true storm barely contained within her body, a hurricane made flesh.

"I can feel you staring at me 'Shiro." The sorceress mumbled as she turned around, her left cheek hitting the pillow while she placed her arms under the cool material. "What's going on in that head of yours?" She reached out, her fingers grazing the top of his head and winding through the rebel blonde strands until she was satisfied. "Tell me, what are you thinking about?"

Yashiro smiled, hand clasping around her wrist as he pulled her close. Mikazuki smiled, nuzzling her head against his shoulder while his arms sneaked around her back and waist, holding her down while also pulling her into his lap. Mikazuki let out a laugh, her naked form resting against his chest while his hard erection poked her thigh. The woman inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of fresh ocean water and sand and basking in the smell of his cologne. Yashiro raked his fingers through her hair, the tangled mess of grey curls coming to rest on her back and partially covering her tattoo.

"You." He answered simply, his hand slowly moving to the nape of her neck while his other one gripped her waist. "You're always in my head like a little vixen." Yashiro smiled, burying his head in her shoulder as he scraped his teeth against her skin. "You're so beautiful when you're like this."

Mikazuki chuckled, delighting in the sudden change of pace as Yashiro's hand held her firmly in place. The sorceress could feel his dick growing in his boxers, his length pressing against her thigh while heat began to grow in her core. Yashiro's fingers on her neck were like heaven, her hair pulled tight in his hand. He bit down on her shoulder, a mixture of pain and pleasure shooting down her spine.

"When I'm like what?" Mikazuki asked as she adjusted herself, her entrance perfectly lined with Yashiro's cock which was now pulsating against her folds.

Yashiro smiled wickedly, hand abandoning the woman's neck and sneaking between their two intertwined bodies until he brushed against her core, the wetness meeting his fingers only widening his already growing grin.

"All wet for me." He whispered against her ear, fingers moving lower and circling her clit with slow movements, the bare touch nearly enough to make her clench her thighs. "It's like your body knows we're meant for each other."

Mikazuki opened her mouth in protest. She'd made herself clear from the start and although kind and loving, Yashiro's words were no longer appropriate for whatever this was. It certainly wasn't a relationship nor any of the other fairy tales the lawyer had in mind. They were doomed from the start. However, whatever the sorceress was about to say got swallowed up by a wave of pleasure when Yashiro's fingers finally found her clit, thumb stroking the bundle of nerves with one full sweep.