~𝘓𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳~ // 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘸𝘢 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

- 𝕏𝕏𝕏.𝕍: Patience and Impatience -

A/N: AFTER NEARLY FOUR YEARS OR SOMETHING! IT HAS HAPPENED!!!

The following contains graphic depictions of sex. This is for my gooners who have been waiting for what 14/15yo me couldn't provide 🙏 shoutout to the loyal ones. (Yk who you are)

— The night prior —

"Come on. I still have unfinished business with you." Sanemi's voice dropped to just above a whisper as he smiled greedily. He took the book from you and put it back on the shelf. He dropped one of his hands to your back, and two fingers on the other slid between your thigh and the strap that held your emergency knife close. He tugged you closer and grinned.

His eyes glanced at your lips for a brief moment, before he kissed you. He broke the kiss apart and hoisted you up onto his hips, allowing you to wrap your legs around him. "Yeah. We're going to my bedroom." He hummed, kissing your neck as he began to walk.

      He shut the door behind the both of you with his foot before laying you down on the futon. He moves a piece of his hair from his eyes, looking down at you with a half-lidded expression. It was hard to tell what he was thinking exactly. His gaze was clouded and with his lips parted like that....

      You wrap an arm around his neck, repositioning yourself on the futon. "Sanemi," you murmur.

      He hangs his head low. "Fuck. Don't... say my name like that," he sighs, sitting up to rub his face.

      A grin curls your lips. "Sanemi..." you croon again.

      He draws in a shaky breath between grit teeth.

      You touch your fingers to the underside of his chin, drawing his attention back to your face. He looks up at you through white eyelashes, a glint in his eye. There are only candles that had been lit hours ago, their flickering lights dimming as their flame succumb to the wax that had been pooling at the base. The curtains had already been drawn shut.

      "Sanemi," you murmur. "Why so shy now? You were so eager moments ago."

      He presses his lips into a fine line, eyelids fluttering, but his gaze never leaves yours.

      "I don't know," he whispers. He hesitates, finally breaking eye contact. He looks down at your body, lain out across his futon like that. He swallows, suddenly regretting his actions. He's dug himself into a hole, and he's not sure how to get out. He lets his head fall back and then exhales sharply. "I... don't know.. what I'm doing," he admits slowly. Even in the dark, there's an apparent darkening that stains his cheeks. Again, he presses his lips together.

      You smile. "So?"

      "So?" he huffs, shaking his head and looking towards the sheltered window.

      "No, no. You were so bold before. Go back to that," you smile, sitting up slightly. "Please?"

      He looks back at you, a heavy breath escaping through his nose. He nods a bit, wetting his lips. "Okay. Yeah. Okay."

      He leans back forward, capturing your lips in another kiss. He runs a hand up your back, fingers trailing over your clothes. He stops at your nape, squeezing, earning a heavy breath from your own lips.

      He kisses you harder, his eyes closed now. Your fingers find his hair, tangling into the white locks that always seem to have such a messy mind of their own. His free hand grips your waist, drawing you closer to his body.

      Each time your lips part, there's a soft noise that comes from them. Each time they're brought back together, a softer breath leaves his nose. He's going slow. Savouring the taste of your lips.