One beautiful, silent night with the illuminating stars lighting upon you lovers, Ayato was holding, embracing you tight. With you before him as you both sit by the calm lake, he slowly trail kisses from your bare shoulder—a gesture you're accustomed of. With each gentle kiss you closed your eyes, his silent moan resonating wonderfully through your ears. He traveled up your neck with his irresistible licks, and when he nearly reached that sensitive spot, you tilt your head aside to give him better access. The red haired stopped, and soon you felt his cold fingers trace a mark on your exposed neck. It was somebody else's bite mark, but among those marks, he sees through a lot more faded marks before the current marks—his own marks. He smirked at it, gently whispering in your ear "You truly are mine..." before his fangs dug on your skin and the silent night was filled with your moans of pleasure.
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