Smoking cats - shinsero

Into Each Other's Arms

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the lamp, casting warm shadows across their bodies. Sero's arms tightened slightly around the other, as if grounding them both in the moment, letting the weight of what had just passed linger in the air.

Shinsou closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against Sero's neck, the scent of him - faint smoke and something comforting - filling his senses. It wasn't that the pain of his past vanished in that embrace, but for the first time, he felt like he didn't have to carry it all by himself.

Sero's hand slid gently down his back, his fingers tracing light patterns along his skin. It was a slow, deliberate motion, like he was trying to memorize the feel of him, and Shinsou couldn't help but melt into the touch. His body responded instinctively, shifting closer to the other until there was barely any space between them.

His breath hitched slightly as Sero's hand came to rest at his waist, his thumb brushing over his hip in a slow, soothing rhythm. It was a small touch, but it sent a shiver down his spine, making his heart race just a little faster.

"Sero..." he whispered, his voice barely audible in the stillness of the room.

Sero shifted slightly, his lips pressing a soft kiss on the boy's temple before he leaned back just enough to meet his gaze. The look in his eyes was serious, intense, and for a moment, Shinsou felt like he was seeing straight into the other boy's heart.

"Shin," the other murmured, his voice low but filled with something that made Shinsou's chest tighten.
"I don't ever want you to feel like you're not enough. Not with me."

Shinsou's throat constricted at the words, a wave of emotion crashing over him. No one had ever looked at him the way Sero was looking at him now - like he was something precious, something worth cherishing. It made him feel exposed in a way that scared him, but at the same time, it made him want to let the other in even more.

Before he could stop himself, he leaned forward, capturing Sero's lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was filled with need, with the pent-up emotions he had been holding back for so long. The other responded immediately, his hands tightening around Shinsou's waist as he pulled him closer, the kiss deepening with every passing second.

There was a kind of desperation in the way they moved, like they were trying to pout everything they couldn't say into that kiss. Shinsou's hands tangled in the other's black hair, pulling him closer, and Sero's lips pressed harder against his, the heat between them growing with every touch.

Sero's hand slipped beneath Shinsou's shirt, his fingers ghosting over the skin of his sides, careful to avoid the scars but not shying away from them either. Shinsou gasped at the sensation, his body responding to the closeness, to the way the boy was touching him like he was fragile but still strong.

The kiss broke for only a moment, both of them panting softly, their foreheads pressed together. Sero's hand remained on the other's waist, his thumb stroking small circles against his skin.

"This isn't just a fling to me," Sero said, his voice thick with emotion.
"I don't care about your past or what you think is broken. You're everything I've ever wanted, Hitoshi."

The boy felt his heart swell, the intensity of Sero's words sinking deep into his chest. He didn't know what to say, so instead, he kissed him again, slower this time, softer. It wasn't about desperation now - it was about connection, about letting each other in.

Sero's hands roamed over his body, mapping out every curve and angle with a reverence that made Shinsou's breath hitch. There was no urgency, no rush - just the steady, deliberate way they moved against each other, like they had all the time in the world.

The purple haired boy let himself relax into the touch, trusting the other in a way he hadn't trusted anyone before. He didn't flinch when Sero's fingers brushed over his scars again - this time on his thighs, where the memories were the most painful. Instead, he leaned into the touch, letting Sero's warmth chase away the coldness those memories had left behind.

"I'm here," Sero whispered against his lips, his breath warm.
"I'll always be here."

The boy's chest tightened at the words, but this time it wasn't from fear. It was from something else, something that felt like hope.

"I don't deserve you," he murmured, his voice trembling slightly.

Sero pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, his expression serious but filled with a quiet kind of intensity.
"Don't ever say that again," he said softly.
"You deserve more than anyone's ever given you, and I'm going to prove that to you, every day, for as long as you let me."

The sincerity in the boy's voice hit Shinsou harder than expected, and for a moment, he was overwhelmed. But instead of pulling away, he leaned into the other, wrapping his arms around him tightly.

"Okay," Shinsou whispered, his voice breaking slightly.
"Okay."

Sero kissed him again, softly, tenderly, his hands cradling Shinsou's face like he was something fragile but worth holding onto. The kiss deepened, their bodies pressing together, and Shinsou let himself get lost in the warmth, in the safety of being in the other boy's arms.

They didn't speak after that. They didn't need to. In that moment, the closeness between them, the steady rhythm of their hearts, said more than words ever could.