A S T A T I C [s.hitoshi & k.denki]

fifty two(alternate finale)

Call it an addiction, but Denki had adapted to a new type of pleasure that he was given the luxury to experience.

Hitoshi kissed at his fingers, gentle with the scars and working his way up. His indigo eyes seemed to burn into Denki's, yet he still watched as his hands caressed his skin and hair tickled his body. The kisses seemed to tingle his fingers, warm.

It sent ripples through his body and he twitched his lips into a small grin, eyes darted towards the other male's soft kisses and his hums. This is heaven, plush pillows and gentle sheets, scents of whatever wafting through their souls.

It's beautiful to Denki, his hands free to caress amongst the other man's neck smoothly before tangling with the ends of the obnoxious purple hair. The locks smell like dark cacao and coffee beans, yet it mingles with the lit vanilla candles so well and the blonde male sighs delighted when the kisses pause against his Adam's apple, feeling Hitoshi's lips curl into a smile against his skin.

"You're having too much fun.. letting me do all the work."

Denki lets his eyes open only halfway, gold meeting violet before he plays with the hair still tangled in his fingers.

"I just want this to stay, just like this." The blonde's smile makes Hitoshi's chest flutter, rose staining the tips of his ears when Denki presses against him, skin to skin. "It's perfect."

Hitoshi huffs as if he didn't approve, but Denki offered gentle kisses against his cheek. Instead, he is met with lips, chapped yet so sweet and addictive.

Maybe this is what he wanted; to be with someone. Maybe this is what Hitoshi wanted; to feel someone. Neither know, but they know that embraces like these feel like fairy lights in a treehouse.

Fairy lights are pretty, but so is the curve of Denki's hips— which perfectly slots Hitoshi's hands. Treehouses are so welcoming, just like how nicely Denki's fingers meet Hitoshi's.

"I love you."

He can hear Hitoshi whisper into his ear as he leans over him, a small kiss rewarding him.

"I love you t—" Denki hopes he heard him, words muffled into his pillow as he shakes, euphoria entering his system for the 3rd time tonight.