Diabolik Thoughts

Shirt

His kisses leave you the most breathless. Just him. The way his lips claim yours, his hands your body. His palms would roam your skin, owning you, worshipping you. It never falter, like this moment. Laito pulls away for a second, hungrily looking straight into your eyes, your swollen lips, then down at your shirt. You were partly dazed, and you lazily open your eyes as the mesmerizing feeling stopped. "Take that off." He demanded, catching his breath as he ended up doing it himself, in impatience. His fingers grab the hem of your shirt, and in a rush he yanked your top up and off your body. With you just letting him have his way to you, you couldn't care less. As soon as your shirt went pass your head he quickly connected his starving mouth back to yours, completely sliding your shirt from your arms without breaking the blissful kiss. You moaned in his lips, closing your eyes shut as you went along with his exploring tongue. Hands in his bed of hair you continued kissing for a couple more minutes, until you no longer feel the wall he has pinned you to as the soft linen of his bed came in contact with your bare back.