Drabble for @o-tabescere ♡~ | @cxrtus [ tags Take so you see 8| ]
◆ Soft. All their movements pliant and light. Unplanned, unintended { while intending them wholly the same time }. Shifting and changing the moment one would place hand upon the other; would direct and move and all but plead for another small grace placed upon tender skin. He knew what this was all about. The growing sense of something irreversible { and how desperately would he want to keep it in his palm }. He had been coaxed. Lured just for a bit. With that devilish little smile, he didn’t know his lover had been able to show. It was enough to make him follow, to breathe easily in evening’s relaxation, the softened drive of the wind through opened windows, cracking of them to let freshness inside { it tingled just enough on his skin }.
◆ He could have laughed about it all. About how that perilous, crashing fight of theirs had let to a place of ruinous abandon { truly desired and cherished, the very memory of that day still burned into his mind }. They were there for one another. Only for one another. All world around them damned and forlorn and truly forgotten for those heartbeats to be shared. Those very ones he would want to taste, dragging teeth over exposed skin and muscle, lapping up each heartbeat drop by drop.
◆ They truly were adults now.
◆ Seated so unmovingly, all but the tilt of the head. Exposed collarbones barely visible in the dark of the evening’s set { all but for himself, the fine shine and shape mapping itself out beautifully. lifting up of chest with each inhale taken in anticipation }. Could have gotten lost in it, now couldn’t he? An art of its own shown before the creator’s very eyes and how this revelation { that these finely crafted nuances would become a piece of his own mind } was enough to enlighten thoughtfully set masquerade with the most telling of smiles.
◆ “What now~? Too shy to really come closer~?”
◆ Waning - Wavering: it were words settled in his mind, spoken playfully by lover’s behest, that could be ridiculed with a laughter resounding around them that dies out the second it was meant to come to reverberate and embellish their lives. Sauntering steps as if needing that very push, thoughtfully placed one - after the other - right in front of one another. It nearly appeared like a predator on the prowl. Circling its prey thoughtfully, waiting for the right moment to strike - the moment just, when the Raven’s hand would lift from thoughtful cradle around own chin and travel over the exposed planes of own skin. Slowly, slowly a little bit lower { ’ make it a show for me to want to follow. make it a sight I will never forget ’ } before hooking index-finger into the pure and stark white of a shirt still tightly clinging to broad chest.
◆ Except for these tempting loose ends. Those that easily fold beneath fingertips. Those that tell another story. Another set of realisations chiming out in the upcoming night { ’ you wanted it. I promised it. ’ }. Who would have thought, that this very assurance could be set in motion mere weeks after their private war - after the war of powers meant to be forgotten - would finally allow a thoughtful peace? Who would have thought, that all these words spoken in the languorous deliberation of uproaring minds, was something he would find himself so truly and easily granted?
◆ And suddenly they are sure so close. When he urges his beloved to uncross legs, part them slightly so that he would be comfortably placed upon lap. Long arms would wind around shoulders, hooking into one another behind the taller man’s neck, one slightly bent { near noiseless was it past the exhale of expectation he feels and tastes drawn between the diminishing distance between them } so that fingers could travel through unruly hair. Move it, push it away for a bit. The very same digits drawn to a slow exploration along the arch of neck and the crown of spine. It’s all his, so he had been told { ’ if you want to eat me— ’ }. All his. This voice of dark depth and silken feel had teased and taunted in endless nights before.
◆ And he would mark him, even more, as his own to behold. Stretching and flexing for a bit, knowing just well enough that those attentive eyes would never leave the slight bents and shifts that own toned form does show in well-rehearsed attitude { would be chided for it even later. making sure that the Mask Maker falls upon his own arrogance }. Their engagement was a surprisingly simple one. Pure and near unadulterated in its riveting candour.
◆ He already feels a retaliation with those strong arms that would wrap around his waist. Hand left off of in its spiel and guiding that bit closer who had been desired so many years. Days to turn into weeks. Weeks into months. Months into an eternity, broken and shattered, by the moment’s taken realisations—
◆ Breaths tasted and mingling with one another. An exhale given for an inhale. As if this was a meal for someone starving for the offerings of heaven in the eyes of brilliant colour, so light and truly warm, closing slowly when only Uta decided to tease him with the wisp of a kiss. That very contact that pulls the ravenous sounds of a growl from the back of his partner’s throat while hold simultaneously tightened and pulls the smaller form flush against muscular physique. It’s a game they could play for hours to come.
◆ If not for that very promise. A step towards commitment finally fulfilled. “No.” Stroked in soothing motions in the seconds Renji’s tongue would trace the artist’s lips. He had been invited. Had been contracted. Encouraging with each scudded pulse’s beat, while he wanders down the hidden bluebird vein beneath soft skin. Chases each heartbeat, helping himself along with the movements of his hands that tilt and turn just for a little bit that lovingly cradled head in his hold. “Greedy.” He’s low enough to speak into the crook of neck. To lick up a tremble with a hitched breath, pleading and begging for more to be had.
◆ He’s low enough now to need and arch own back. To constantly, yet surely gently, push Renji back against the soft padding occupied for their little engagement. Their game that they played with rules that were far beyond their former selves. With ‘laws’ of their world - set up as protagonists of their time. He could have heard himself laugh once again { if not finding far more beauty in quavering chime }. “Closer.” That demand, that would be his order. Heeding it just when he peels off the fabric, peels it back just a bit more.
◆ A story to be told. A story of war. Of fight. Of finding and understanding. The easy togetherness that they fought for - it all was engraved and would be traced by his lips marching abroad. “Now don’t pull away, that would be cruel of you~” For he had been promised so much. When finally accepting himself into the life of others { into the life of the very one he wanted so direly for uncountable years, mind-numbing to even consider }, engaging, indulging and never letting go again. So he wouldn’t. That kiss placed on now exposed part of shoulder, the junction flowing slowly from neck into upper arm.
◆ Being like that. It was sure such an intimate way to trust one another. That bit taken, a bite placed. Slowly breaking the skin and make it sure as bearable as only possible, with the breath he feels to be exhaled beneath his caressing hand, placed securely and soothingly over beating heart. A palm, warm and reassuring, soon rose to cover it, hold onto the creator that littlest bit tighter, ask him for that smallest bit more. It would only take those few deliberate and desperate seconds. Would only take it for a margin of their pulses drunken in when Uta allows himself { in the remarkable control with eyes closed for a bit } to get lost to the flooding sensation of something new.
◆ It didn’t take longer than this breath. A love-bite. Surely. Not too deep; but for their kind and for what he was? Desperation running wild in colourful imagination, feeling and perceiving far too much - but soon, he had been greeted by a laughter of something else, that was deep and melodic, enough to draw him out of heated delirium. With those few mouthful taken { one, then two - only the embellishing scent of coppery red } before feeling seething physique grasped for and pulled, only letting off and soothing torn and opened skin with the soft travel of his tongue. Instances later, finally a kiss would align their lips. Soon open-mouthed and wanting. Wild in how they desired each other so whole. That taste now shared, the metallic sensation of those quenching rivulets of blood drawn and running down his throat, playing on his tongue, he feels himself being pulled back into his lover’s lap, all hands and teeth and tongue. Avaricious, wanting and holding. It’s frantic for only a few seconds they needed to share—
◆ —and for as long as it took for them to run out of breath. Laughter was such a regular thing between them by now. Barely being able to find that common ground before and now not even knowing, not being able to perceive, recognize anymore how it had been without it. “You sure are the greedy one~” It’s whispered in these precious ticks of the clock, fine brazen taste lingering upon lips parted for the intake of a breath. He could have responded something equally as challenging and would challenge more easily with the glowing warmth of sharp and beautiful eyes.
◆ It’s an act as intimate as it was full of trust cradled in palms like the fabric that was set to a gentle tear beneath his curling fingers. Slowly, slowly. Only the seams would come undone before letting them go easily once more. “You wanted me—” Stops it and eases itself out within that very confession made for them both { wanted him to, wanted him whole, it’s simple enough to fall from lips that never had the time, never had had the chance to be allowed to find openness in each other }. “—I wanted you.” Like a dance. Bodies of equal pulchritude entangled into one another made whole for a few tempting tunes chiming only inside their minds.
◆ For the surrounding was a stark and haunting quiet.
◆ Only broken by breaths taken and exhaled yet once anew { ’ give it to me. I want your all. if you want me too? then make me whole again ’ }. Their pealing voices singing out in each other’s mind, only to be projected, found and reassembled. A perfect puzzle, falling into place bit by bit.
◆ So the Mask Maker makes him move yet once again. Lean back and get more comfortable and allow his lover to limber in his hold and release Uta once anew. A curious hum is all that is received with angling his head to lay back against soft padding beneath and close eyes that wanted see { see and take it all in, find the beauty in searching darkness that he hadn’t been permit to hold before }. Let and allowed to chase along these little marks left behind on the otherwise unscathed skin. The deepest cuts and bitten places were healed already. Made pure and clean. But his very stigma { that promise that ached so deeply in his soul } would be visible for unknown time to come.
◆ Careful just. Map it out with a light exploration. Traipsing way along the edges, finely mend beneath his seeking need. A craft. An artwork unimaginable. Created in seconds wished to come by yet once again. A kiss was there to seal off their little engagement { meaning the world to one another. creating a new one, where all else be left out and left to never understand }, featherlight touch to grace what had surely brought the sting of heating pain before. Sure enough - the marriage between ghouls?
◆ Was so obviously a thing of purity.
◆ Of trust. Of faith. An intimate encounter unimaginable for the dawn of human minds. “So you did. Just like I wanted you too.”
◆ How beautiful of a night would it not be? Their shared togetherness, an oath that would be returned to him in seconds passing, turned around. A limbering promise, when he just feels his own back meet with the softness of the underground. How laughable { and ends up choked back. hidden in his chest. to never be made to leave his throat } that all this had seemed so far off? All this seemed like something that was never meant to be? Laughing about it appeared like the only thing he was meant to do right now, if not for the writhing and shivering set to his more slender form. The way he’s meant and made to become one with him { with the one being he truly loved } and become just whole again.
