hearts formed by solicitude and desolation | chishiya shuntaro

BONUS - DURING MOONLIT NIGHTS

WARNING: HEAVILY IMPLIED EXPLICIT CONTENT.

chishiya's hands feel cold where they touch you. shivers rush down your spine every instance they brush against your hipbones, and your body trembles each time they pass over your collarbone, featherlight and almost a little ticklish. even so, you instinctively lean into the touch, a part of you craving the winter storm he wields with his bare hands. how could you resist when something warm, burning hot like a fire, stirs deep within your abdomen as a result of his delicate touch?

you feel your stomach twist into several knots when he leans his head down, brushing his lips against the shell of your ear. blinking rapidly, you suppress a shudder while trying to focus on all the things happening at once. the flickering candles in the room. the soft pants next to your ear. his fingers dipping further and further down your skin.

"chishiya."

you don't recognize your voice, the sound having been pulled out of you when the man hovering above sunk his teeth into the soft skin of your neck. slowly, almost teasingly, he's trailing similar small nips over every expanse of skin he can reach, and you find yourself curling your fingers into his hair when he bites down especially hard. you breath shakily, debating between pulling chishiya up to kiss him or hitting the man once you feel his smile against your skin. bastard.

"are you always this mean?" you croak, surprised your voice worked at all. the pain quickly disappears when chishiya presses his lips softly against the marks, and you almost have half a heart to forgive him for his actions.

"are you always this whiny?" he retorts. he lifts his head to peer at you, and you hate how pretty his eyes look in that moment. the fire from the candles danced from side to side within, rising and falling in quick increments.

"i'm not-chishiya!"

you know the skin will bruise, it's likely with the way chishiya continues to suck on the bite with no signs of stopping. you squeeze your eyes shut, threading your fingers through his hair tightly but making no moves to remove him from his current position. pain and pleasure blur together, heart rate thumping loudly within your chest. you can barely contain the small noises leaving your lips, especially with the onslaught of emotions that are almost too much to handle. almost.

you slowly open your eyes when all sensations suddenly stop, barely registering that chishiya's face now hovers above your own. his lips are quirked up into his signature grin, and his eyes dance with delight. you are almost positive he is amused by your lack of composure at the moment (as if it weren't his fault entirely).

"careful. people might hear you, miss executive." his voice is low passing over your lips, and you barely have the mind to retort with something clever. not when the proximity has your heart thundering inside your chest and your mind going blank.

and then he goes quiet. leaning back, staring at you, as if taking in the sight of you laid pliant beneath him. the pout you previously wore on your lips fades, and your eyes drink in the sight of him as well. blond hair falling past his shoulders, lips set in a neutral expression. moonlight splayed delicately across his features. and those damn eyes. intelligent, yet now glazed over with the smallest hint of affection. gone was the mirth you noted previously. instead, it is replaced by an emotion you couldn't quite name, but one chishiya wore often. you found yourself mirroring it, feeling within your heart and your mind that whatever it is, it was reserved only for you.

you reach your hand up and rest your fingers on his cheek, pressing lightly on the beauty mark right below his eyes. chishiya's lashes brush against his cheekbones as they flutter shut, almost leaning into your touch. you smile. oh how you loved this man. somehow, for some reason, your heart is in his hands, and you had no intentions of taking it back.