*summons self* KuroPress with "chance", pretty please~?
“Didn’t I tell you?” Sako whispers against your ear. His thin fingers lift your chin, so he can more easily kiss down the length of your neck. His mouth is warm, and his tongue is wet when it flicks out against your skin, but the heat of him is nearly blazing when compared to Kurogiri’s icy mist against your back. “That you wouldn’t regret taking this chance?”
You’re not sure you have it in you to speak right now. You’re dizzy with their attention, shaking with the pleasure of it, and your clothes are still on.
Kurogiri leans forward, the gold of his eyes narrowed to streaks of lightning on the edge of your vision. “That is hardly a face filled with regret, Atsuhiro,” Kurogiri rumbles. His wintry fingers drag down your ribs and curl around your hips, pulling you closer, making you shiver.
“Perhaps I just like being praised,” Sako teases, pulling back.
“Not regretting,” you finally gasp out, eyes fluttering shut when something akin to misty teeth presses into your skin. Sako hums with appreciation at the sight. “Good, very good.” Sako’s hand strokes up your thigh. “The best chance,” you add, and gasp when his lips seal around your pulse.
