Collection of Kazuha x Scaramouche

7 minutes in heaven

Scaramouche sighed, making his way into the closet as his "friends" looked at each other with stupid grins on their faces. He wouldn't have went to this darn sleepover if it weren't for Nahida and her persistence to ensure he makes friends. Kazuha follows him into the tight space, the clothing and other items had been cleared out prior to the game, leaving just the two as they awkwardly stare at each other. The door closes and locks with giggles from the other side and the two are plunged into darkness.

Scaramouche sat down on the closet ground while Kazuha stood over him, almost whacking his head against the ceiling. Kazuha slowly bends his knees to sit as well before he tumbled forward and almost squashed Scaramouche, catching himself at the last second with hands on the walls. Scaramouche couldn't help but blush at how incredibly close he was, Kazuha's hair fell forward like silky curtains and brushed against his face. Giggles came from the other side at the sound as Kazuha grounded himself and sat down on his heels. Scaramouche quieted his erratic heart and stared at the closet walls like it was the most interesting thing in the world. The swirling patterns of the wood was barely visible in the dim light—he heard shuffling and before he could tell Kazuha to stop moving—he was pinned against the wall. Kazuha had an innocent smile on his face, his lips enticing and right in front of Scaramouche. Scaramouche couldn't help but stare at Kazuha's lips, was he wearing lipstick? He wondered, the pigmented color made it even more enticing; sending his heart in an unstable pace at the thoughts of them exploring his every crevice.

"Did you think I would just sit here for seven minutes?" Kazuha asked, bringing himself closer and intertwining his hand with Scaramouche's, bringing it near his lips as he kissed it gently. Pinkish lipstick smudged on his fingers, the same shade spreading across his cheek.

"Archons Scara..." Kazuha continued, his hot breath tickling Scaramouche's neck, "You're so breathtakingly pretty it drives me insane...You know that don't you?"

Kazuha's knee pressed at his groin in the process of his gentle mouthing at his neck. Scaramouche felt himself get hot, aroused as he never have and the feeling overtake his entire being. Kazuha mumbled mostly to himself, "You don't know how much I want you, for how long..."

Scaramouche covered his mouth with his hand, repressing the moans. Chatter could be heard from outside the closet but any sounds from in the closet would surely attract everyone's attention. Kazuha's hands fumbled with his shorts, undoing the bow before pushing his white jacket down, the accessories clinking to the ground. Scaramouche made no effort to resist as Kazuha slid a hand in his shirt; it made goosebumps travel down his skin and the fabric of his shirt stretch. Kazuha peeled Scaramouche's hand off his mouth and devoured him in a kiss. The taste of Kazuha's lipstick lingered long after Kazuha pulled away; it tasted like a tropical mix with a tinge of wine. It wasn't long before Kazuha slipped his fingers into his shorts and pulled them down. He groped around Scaramouche's thighs till he found and inserted a finger in his hole, causing Scaramouche to moan loudly from the burn and feeling. Gasps spun from the other side and more chattering pursued. Scaramouche's cheeks burned from humiliation, Kazuha paid them no mind and continued stretching his hole, accommodating him to the burn. Scaramouche hung his arms around Kazuha and pulled him closer—almost knocking Kazuha's head against the wall—he bit down on Kazuha's neck, trying his best to snuff out the sounds.

A knock against wood sounded from the door.

"Guys, 7 minutes is over." The host announced.

Scaramouche pushed Kazuha away and hurried to get dressed. He smoothed down his shirt, attached the accessories to his jacket and pulled his shorts back up. The door opened while he was in the process of fixing the bow onto his outfit and he rushed to the bathroom, pushing the host aside and locking the room. Meanwhile Kazuha smoothed down his shirt and fixed his hair to hide the hickeys. He smiled at the host and excused himself from the group. Gossip immediately pursued as Kazuha left the room, swiftly making his way to the bathroom with one motive in mind: a few more minutes in heaven.