ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟʙɪɴᴏ sᴏ ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ ғᴇʟᴛ,
and in this case, he was far from the feeling. True enough, he should
have proceeded with more caution if he wanted to eat the free
dessert—however, he couldn’t say he was disappointed with this
sudden turn of events. More than anything, the illusionist should
have known what pressing their lips together and stealing the straw-
berry out of his mouth meant. Such a simple tactic to win meant
something completely different for the Sky.
The smug grin on the illusionist’s face would more than likely soon
disappear as the don’s hand wrapped around Mukuro’s neck and
pushed him back against the ground. Thumb pressed right against his
Adam’s apple, the rest of his nails digging into his skin—as if debating
whether he should crush the Mist’s throat or rip out his jugular.
Instead, he used the chance to crash their lips against each other—
roughly, with all intent to bruise the other’s lips. Tongue slid into his
mouth, wasting no time to violate and taste every inch of the sweet
strawberry-chocolate coated mouth. This wasn’t just any kiss, though
should someone walk into the room, they may have thought it to be
some sort of intense make-out, but the truth was that if the fruit coated
in chocolate was going to be taken away from him, why not go for the
next best thing to see how it tasted? But he had to be quick, because
surprise could only last for so long before the trap shut onto his tongue.
And just like that, he pulled away—but not without biting his lip.
( certainly they’d be bruised and bloodied )
❝ Not really, I was expecting it to taste as sweet as the rest, so you
really saved me there, Mukuro-kun~ ❞
Slyness curved at his lips, his sing-song voice hiding the true intent of
his next set of words.
❝ Or maybe it didn’t taste that good because it was on you. ❞
eyes wide, sudden pressure against his throat unexpected. eyes narrow, within them derision & anger & fear fear fear captured. in a flash, reflexes react; trident materialising even as his other hand pushes out – it gives easily enough, but only because the other had withdrawn. without a pause, he charges to return the favour, weapon positioned straight for byakuran’s throat. embers of hope flare -- maybe this time he'll catch byakuran off guard. maybe this time will be his destruction. ( but perhaps even once was too much to ask for. )
there’s red - hot blood flowing freely from wounds left untended, each new scar pulsing with overexertion. abused lips drip venom as they curl, mirthless humour found within heterochromatic hues. ❛ you shouldn’t be surprised that i’m bitter. ❜ conversation flows like his violence, swift & relentless in its pursuit of vengeance. ❛ though you seemed to enjoy the taste. ❜ brows lift as he licks bloodied lips. the gesture is suggestive, traces of their brutal kiss lingering upon his tongue as it samples the aftermath of destruction. it tastes of iron, of heat, of bitter pleasure, of sweet pain. he doesn't pause. not until he draws blood from the don's throat will he rest, only violence to atone for his transgressions. ❛ maybe you should repay the favour by keeping still, then. ❜
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