Obsessed [NeteyamxAonung]

Spicy Vermilion - The Artist

In the kitchen, dimly lit by the torch on the wall, stands Neteyam with his back to the entrance, unaware of Aonung coming in through the heavily thick curtains, returning from his cave.

The marine boy approaches slowly while Neteyam takes his time deciding which fruit he'll eat. His thin tail hangs low as the end of it curls a bit, showing his focus.

Aonung's gaze travels from the end of it to the base, from his hips and up to his shoulder blades, then from his neck to the now startled face that has turned to him.

Neteyam- Shit.

His ears perk up at the language coming from Neteyam's normally clean mouth.

Neteyam- You can't just creep up on someone in the dark like that.

Aonung- Sorry.

He looks down at the boy's stomach, remembering what his father did to him.

Aonung- Are you hurting?

Neteyam- Not as much as earlier.

He reaches a hand out, lightly touching the soft skin of Neteyam's stomach with the back of his finger.

Aonung- Are you sure?

Neteyam- Y-Yeah.

Neteyam looks down at his hand as he trails it up the front of his torso. Missing his gaze, he tilts up the boy's chin to look back into his eyes.

Gus said he was afraid he'd be hypnotized if he looked into Neteyam's eyes, but that ship had already sailed the moment he first saw the golden irises.

Neteyam- Uh, are you okay?

Aonung- Yeah.

He caresses his chin with his thumb a bit, enjoying the close proximity, and drilling Neteyam's nervous expression into his memory.

Neteyam- Oh, w-well that's good, I guess. Uh, can you-

His other hand slides onto Neteyam's stomach until his palm lies flat against it, and a slim hand grabs his arm.

Neteyam- M-Maybe, back up some . . . ?

Neteyam continues his request, but all Aonung is focused on is the way the boy's stripes feel as he slides his hand over to his waist.

His golden eyes try to look away, but Aonung doesn't allow it.

Neteyam- Stop it . . .

He soaks up the frantic look on his face, and wraps his hand around to his back, pulling his body against his own. Immediately, he feels Neteyam's rapidly beating heart.

Neteyam- Aonung.

He unintentionally starts kissing the boy after hearing his name come out of his mouth. It wasn't his plan to do so, he just wanted to fluster him, but his body moved on its own.

He's always been pretty good at holding back sudden urges such as this, but there's no way he's stopping now that it's started. It's too satisfying.

Every movement Neteyam makes with his lips. Every flinch or twitch his body makes when his hands grasp onto wherever they may land.

The textured feeling of the boy's stripes. The way his arms are pulling him as close as he can be. The small noises he makes while he's pinned to the table. The way his thin tail is curling around his leg.

Everything about him at once makes Aonung feel like he's being embraced by a masterpiece of a being.

He thought Neteyam was just a source of inspiration for him; His muse. Now he's aware that the blue boy is most definitely more than that; The object of his affection.

And he couldn't be more infatuated with him.