Anonymous asked: a kiss to distract them/a kiss in the middle of a fight. @whimsicalsins for naoki and raidou. (combining the two for reasons-- kiss his horn)
How a pillow fight had turned into a full contact sport was anyone’s guess. They were supposed to be studying, after all, the summoner and the Demi-Fiend participating in an impromptu sleepover. Naoki had been skipping classes more habitually as of late, and it had his friends worried that he wouldn't graduate, let alone get into a good university. Saturdays were usually reserved for hanging out and wasting time, just being a bunch of teenagers. Raidou was breaking that tradition trying to force school work on his friend, which had clearly soured the Demi-Fiend’s mood. He didn’t want to think about the future, even when his closest friends were outright refusing to allow him to squander the opportunity.
It was what prompted the little battle, which soon became a wrestling match. One would have assumed that the winner would have been obvious. Naoki was so much stronger, physicality of his outward form not beholden to the limitations of humanity any longer. Naoki was lean, muscled, but he was almost frighteningly strong. Even somebody such as Raidou should have been no match, but he was a slippery thing, well trained since childhood in combat. It was for this reason the Demi-Fiend found himself planted face first into the floor of his bedroom, pinned on his belly with the summoner on top of him.
One arm had been pulled behind his back, held at a point where it was uncomfortable enough that if Naoki moved just so, the pain would be tremendous. Raidou himself barely held him, hand around Naoki’s wrist merely to support the hold. He used his weight to keep that arm in place, ribcage against elbow. Soft words were uttered to calm Naoki, but they had little effect. He still fought, trying to break the summoner’s grip in spite of the pain it caused him, how his shoulder must have ground achingly into the socket at an odd angle. Raidou simply moved with him, adjusting to his struggles, countering at every one.
It was frustrating, seeing Naoki act like this. Reducing himself to an animal, down to his baser instincts. It was also incredibly captivating. Raidou couldn’t deny how the struggle made his pulse quicken, stirring something inside of him. A need for control - his own demons were obedient, coaxed by his stoic nature, if not by his warmth. Where kindness did not win them, dominance would. His beloved Demi-Fiend was rabid delinquent who needed to be taught discipline.
Strength hadn’t worked, so Raidou chose to use his mouth.
Warm lips pressed against the tender flesh at the back of the Demi-Fiend’s neck, causing the boy beneath to freeze in place with a gasp. Exactly as anticipated. Those full lips tugged up into a satisfied grin before they were pressed back against skin, leaving wet, openmouthed kisses in their wake. Though that horn was hidden from sight like Naoki’s markings in the guise of human form, the spot where it was anchored was still extremely sensitive to the touch. Like this, Naoki could feel everything, every kiss sending jolts of electricity throughout the entirety of his nervous system. Once the other boy ceased his struggles, Raidou leaned in close, whispering soft words against the shell of his ear, breath ghosting against his skin.
“Good boy.”
That was all he said, voice deepened and husked in its breathiness, before the summoner returned to his wicked amusements. This time he didn’t kiss, no. He flattened his tongue against the root of the exposed nerve, and licked in one long, deliberately slow motion. Naoki was going to learn discipline, one way or another.
