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@voidnira
simply doing what I want the way I want it
independent NIRAGI rp blog. canon-divergent. headcanon-heavy. beach era / games / post-borderland / no borderlands au.
rules: 21+ only. mun is 21+. mun ≠ muse. selective. asks / open interactions welcome. duplicates welcome. nsfw possible. dark themes present. no godmodding. i write at my own pace.
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Niragi looks at his mouth for a second before his fingers come back to his own and he licks off what is left.
Then he presses in closer, even though there is nowhere closer to go. Still inside him. Still stuck to his back. Still not moving away because moving away sounds like a terrible fucking idea.
His fingers find Chishiya’s jaw. There is no need to turn him. He does anyway, or tries to, at least.
The angle is bad. Too bad for a kiss, probably. His mouth catches Chishiya’s, messy and crooked, more tongue than anything else, licking at him, into him with a soft growl.
All yours. Yeah.
He bites Chishiya’s lower lip when he pulls back.
“Good.”
His hand leaves Chishiya’s jaw and lands on the frame too, one on either side now, Chishiya trapped between his arms and the open window and Niragi’s body.
“Should’ve told you you can kiss me again before.”
A small laugh leaves him. More air than anything else. Pathetic, probably.
The open air hits his arms and makes the sweat there turn cold, which means Chishiya is probably cold too.
“You did good,” he says, and it sounds horrible even to him, when the truth is that Chishiya strung him along while begging on his knees and still listened when it mattered, but just because he’s mellow now doesn’t mean he should hand him that.
He’ll figure it out anyway, eventually. Clever bastard.
Niragi glances back at the room from the corner of his eye. Knife on the carpet. Sheets a mess. That coffee stain still there.
He groans.
“You wanna sleep on the floor?”
Chishiya feels Niragi’s eyes wander down before they come back up and lock with his. And this eye contact makes him realise no matter in which way things will escalate between them he won’t run away. He will face things head, because this is worth pushing through.
The smaller male doesn’t look away as the other keeps staring at him, trying to think of a way to make him understand what’s in his heart and that he is sorry.
He listens to taller male speak, wondering what is going on in his mind. He tries to determine how pissed he is or whatever other emotion he is feeling that that moment.
This is the first time he cares that much about another person. The first time he wants to make things right.
Chishiya blinks as the covers get yanked up over his shoulder again before he hears the words that follow.
“I will try not to do that.”
And then he decides to run with an impulse again. The covers practically fly up and he moves closer to Niragi. His arms wrap around him and his lips find the others.
Chishiya kisses him to let him feel his love for him and that he is really sorry for what happened. This kiss is an apology as well as another declaration of love.
And he hopes the militant will be able to feel it and accept it.
Niragi kisses back before he can think.
Hard. Immediate. His hand catches Chishiya’s waist and drags him in, fingers digging into marked skin like that’s the answer. Like that’s the only answer.
Then it hits.
Fuck no.
A rough sound tears out of him and he shoves Chishiya back just far enough to move. Not away. Down.
He gets him onto his stomach, gets over him, catches both wrists and pins them hard into the mattress.
For a second there’s only his breathing. Too loud. Too close.
His mouth is near Chishiya’s ear when he speaks.
“Why the fuck can’t you be normal for once?”
His grip tightens.
“I should fuck you again.”
The words come out like he’s spitting them at himself too.
“If that’s all you ever ask for.”
He stays there where he is, not moving lower.
Not doing it.
Niragi looks at his mouth for a second before his fingers come back to his own and he licks off what is left.
Then he presses in closer, even though there is nowhere closer to go. Still inside him. Still stuck to his back. Still not moving away because moving away sounds like a terrible fucking idea.
His fingers find Chishiya’s jaw. There is no need to turn him. He does anyway, or tries to, at least.
The angle is bad. Too bad for a kiss, probably. His mouth catches Chishiya’s, messy and crooked, more tongue than anything else, licking at him, into him with a soft growl.
All yours. Yeah.
He bites Chishiya’s lower lip when he pulls back.
“Good.”
His hand leaves Chishiya’s jaw and lands on the frame too, one on either side now, Chishiya trapped between his arms and the open window and Niragi’s body.
“Should’ve told you you can kiss me again before.”
A small laugh leaves him. More air than anything else. Pathetic, probably.
The open air hits his arms and makes the sweat there turn cold, which means Chishiya is probably cold too.
“You did good,” he says, and it sounds horrible even to him, when the truth is that Chishiya strung him along while begging on his knees and still listened when it mattered, but just because he’s mellow now doesn’t mean he should hand him that.
He’ll figure it out anyway, eventually. Clever bastard.
Niragi glances back at the room from the corner of his eye. Knife on the carpet. Sheets a mess. That coffee stain still there.
He groans.
“You wanna sleep on the floor?”
Chishiya just lies there and his only thought is that he doesn’t want to make things worse, not that that is an option anymore. That’s at least what his mind is telling him.
He feels the warmth of Niragi next to him on the bed, but he doesn’t try to reach out. He keeps lying there until he hears the other’s voice.
The smaller male fights with himself before rolling onto his other side so he can see him. And while he does he pushes the covers a bit down, because he feels warm.
“It’s your room.” He says and looks at him for a few moments longer.
“I’m sorry, I never meant to pry into things and I won’t speak of the card again in the future. And no I don’t expect you to say anything now.”
Niragi looks at him when he turns.
Of course Chishiya pushes the covers down. Window open, skin bare, body still marked up, and he decides now is the right time to get warm. Niragi’s eyes drop for half a second before he drags them back up.
The apology comes next. Quiet. Careful. A neat little package of no more questions, no more card. Very practical. Very polite.
Niragi stares at him.
“You didn’t pry.”
His voice sounds rougher than he wants it to. He looks back at the ceiling, jaw tight.
“I let you search.”
That should be enough. Should make the whole thing obvious. It doesn’t, because nothing in this room is ever that simple and apparently they both have to be idiots about it until something breaks.
His fingers curl once against the sheet.
“You gave it back.”
He reaches over, catches the edge of the covers and yanks them back up over Chishiya to where they were before.
“Don’t decide what I’m not giving you.”
Niragi looks at his mouth for a second before his fingers come back to his own and he licks off what is left.
Then he presses in closer, even though there is nowhere closer to go. Still inside him. Still stuck to his back. Still not moving away because moving away sounds like a terrible fucking idea.
His fingers find Chishiya’s jaw. There is no need to turn him. He does anyway, or tries to, at least.
The angle is bad. Too bad for a kiss, probably. His mouth catches Chishiya’s, messy and crooked, more tongue than anything else, licking at him, into him with a soft growl.
All yours. Yeah.
He bites Chishiya’s lower lip when he pulls back.
“Good.”
His hand leaves Chishiya’s jaw and lands on the frame too, one on either side now, Chishiya trapped between his arms and the open window and Niragi’s body.
“Should’ve told you you can kiss me again before.”
A small laugh leaves him. More air than anything else. Pathetic, probably.
The open air hits his arms and makes the sweat there turn cold, which means Chishiya is probably cold too.
“You did good,” he says, and it sounds horrible even to him, when the truth is that Chishiya strung him along while begging on his knees and still listened when it mattered, but just because he’s mellow now doesn’t mean he should hand him that.
He’ll figure it out anyway, eventually. Clever bastard.
Niragi glances back at the room from the corner of his eye. Knife on the carpet. Sheets a mess. That coffee stain still there.
He groans.
“You wanna sleep on the floor?”
Chishiya looks over his shoulder as he hears Niragi’s voice and he turns around as the duvet is tossed at him. He manages to catch it before watching the other grab the card and then disappear at the other end of the room.
It’s clear he wants to hide it and he doesn’t want him to know where it is. He’s used to people not trusting him so why would Niragi be any different? Especially not after it was clear his actions weren’t the right ones to gain trust.
The smaller male still can’t regret having allowed the militant to see his room. Maybe he is really getting mad after all.
The duvet still in his arms he makes his way to the bed after closing the window. He gets under the covers like Niragi wants him to and stays on the left side of the bed.
Chishiya doesn’t know what to say, which is something the rarely happens. And so he stays silent and rolls onto his side, hoping that the taller male will join him soon.
When Niragi stands again, Chishiya is already in bed.
Left side. Covers pulled up. His side empty like that’s a normal thing now, like there’s a system for this too and no one bothered telling him before it started running. There’s still the urge to grab the rifle, find his boots, get the fuck out.
He doesn’t.
He thinks about closing the window, then decides against it. The room needs airing out. So he opens the one next to it too.
The clothes sit wrong on his freshly washed skin when he gets onto the bed. Shirt sticking in places it shouldn’t, pants rough at the waistband, all of it annoying enough to notice. Undressing now would be a bad idea.
Was a bad idea in the first place.
Niragi lies down on his side of the bed, not close enough to touch. Not far enough to make a point either.
He stares at the ceiling for a second, then turns his head enough to look at Chishiya’s back.
“Windows stays open,” he says.
Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena
Niragi looks at his mouth for a second before his fingers come back to his own and he licks off what is left.
Then he presses in closer, even though there is nowhere closer to go. Still inside him. Still stuck to his back. Still not moving away because moving away sounds like a terrible fucking idea.
His fingers find Chishiya’s jaw. There is no need to turn him. He does anyway, or tries to, at least.
The angle is bad. Too bad for a kiss, probably. His mouth catches Chishiya’s, messy and crooked, more tongue than anything else, licking at him, into him with a soft growl.
All yours. Yeah.
He bites Chishiya’s lower lip when he pulls back.
“Good.”
His hand leaves Chishiya’s jaw and lands on the frame too, one on either side now, Chishiya trapped between his arms and the open window and Niragi’s body.
“Should’ve told you you can kiss me again before.”
A small laugh leaves him. More air than anything else. Pathetic, probably.
The open air hits his arms and makes the sweat there turn cold, which means Chishiya is probably cold too.
“You did good,” he says, and it sounds horrible even to him, when the truth is that Chishiya strung him along while begging on his knees and still listened when it mattered, but just because he’s mellow now doesn’t mean he should hand him that.
He’ll figure it out anyway, eventually. Clever bastard.
Niragi glances back at the room from the corner of his eye. Knife on the carpet. Sheets a mess. That coffee stain still there.
He groans.
“You wanna sleep on the floor?”
Chishiya just watches Niragi with the card, but he doesn’t add anything else. It’s clear he doesn’t want to talk and he won’t force him to.
Once the card is back under the mattress and the militant escapes into the bathroom the smaller male heaves a sigh.
His fingers brush over the marks on the inside of his thighs to check for any remaining clue, but he can’t find any.
He closes his legs and gets up once again before making his way over to the window. He leans outside to just stare at the sky, not caring that he was still naked.
Chishiya is certain this card means something to the militant and he thought his inner thigh was a good place to keep it safe. He knows he was wrong and to make up for it in some way he decides to not speak of it again. If Niragi wants to talk he will talk.
There is a new strange sensation inside of him. It’s kind of scary to let someone in and then to feel like a disappointment again.
Maybe that’s what he is and his father was right all along. But that’s who he is and he can just try to do better even if he will failing.
That he even wants to try for Niragi, who would have thought?
The water helps. Some, at least.
Niragi scrubs until his skin starts to prickle, until the heat gets annoying, until standing there feels just as stupid as going back out. Then he turns it off, grabs a towel, dries himself badly and pulls on whatever clothes are closest. Pants from the chair. A shirt from the floor that might be clean enough. Good enough.
When he comes back, Chishiya isn’t on the bed.
For half a second his stomach drops before he sees him at the window, naked, leaning out like falling several floors would be a normal way to end the night.
Niragi’s jaw tightens.
“Get away from there.”
He crosses the room, grabs the duvet off the bed and throws it at Chishiya before he can think better of it.
“And get under the covers.”
He doesn’t wait to see if Chishiya listens. He lifts the mattress just enough to get the card back. Careful. Two fingers, no pressure on the corners.
There’s a cutter on the desk from some package he opened days ago and never cleaned up because apparently leaving shit everywhere really is useful now. He grabs it on the way past, keeps walking to the other end of the room and crouches behind a cabinet where Chishiya can’t see his hands. The wallpaper there is already lifting a little at the edge.
He slides the blade under it and cuts a neat line, slow enough not to tear more than he needs. Then he works the cutter deeper, making room between wall and paper, pushing until there’s a narrow pocket. Just enough. The card goes in carefully.
No tape. No table. No hands giving it back.
He smooths the wallpaper down over it with his palm and stays crouched there for a second, breathing through his nose. Hidden again. Safe enough.
Something in his chest eases, and that’s worse.
Yeah. That’s what you get.
Niragi looks at his mouth for a second before his fingers come back to his own and he licks off what is left.
Then he presses in closer, even though there is nowhere closer to go. Still inside him. Still stuck to his back. Still not moving away because moving away sounds like a terrible fucking idea.
His fingers find Chishiya’s jaw. There is no need to turn him. He does anyway, or tries to, at least.
The angle is bad. Too bad for a kiss, probably. His mouth catches Chishiya’s, messy and crooked, more tongue than anything else, licking at him, into him with a soft growl.
All yours. Yeah.
He bites Chishiya’s lower lip when he pulls back.
“Good.”
His hand leaves Chishiya’s jaw and lands on the frame too, one on either side now, Chishiya trapped between his arms and the open window and Niragi’s body.
“Should’ve told you you can kiss me again before.”
A small laugh leaves him. More air than anything else. Pathetic, probably.
The open air hits his arms and makes the sweat there turn cold, which means Chishiya is probably cold too.
“You did good,” he says, and it sounds horrible even to him, when the truth is that Chishiya strung him along while begging on his knees and still listened when it mattered, but just because he’s mellow now doesn’t mean he should hand him that.
He’ll figure it out anyway, eventually. Clever bastard.
Niragi glances back at the room from the corner of his eye. Knife on the carpet. Sheets a mess. That coffee stain still there.
He groans.
“You wanna sleep on the floor?”
Chishiya keeps watching him, somehow already knowing Niragi won’t be pleased with his solution. But he also doesn’t know where else to put it where it can’t be seen after the other told him he doesn’t have to leave.
A small gasp comes from the smaller male as his knee gets grabbed and so he keeps his legs open. And this and the following words prove he is right. Of course he chooses the one thing the militant will dislike, but he won’t apologise.
“If you want to scream at me and curse me go ahead. You’re not the first and won’t be the last one to do that. If you think I deserve it go ahead.”
He says and then slowly and carefully peels the tape of his inner thigh before removing the tape over the card itself. Chishiya didn’t press it hard against his leg and his fingers were skilled.
“Here have your card back.”
And with that he takes one of Niragi’s hands and puts the card on his palm.
“Also if you would rather slap me you can go ahead as well. I won’t run from it. I already know, no matter what I would have done with the card it would have been wrong.”
Chishiya adds as he makes eye contact again, hoping the other will at least understand he didn’t do this to piss me him off.
Niragi doesn’t close his palm around the card, careful not to bend it. The tape was already bad enough.
He turns it over once, checking for glue, lifted paper, anything fucked up because apparently that’s what happens when he hands Chishiya something.
“Right,” he says, because that’s easier than whatever crawls up his throat after it.
He slides it under the mattress for now. Out of sight before it sits there long enough to make his stomach turn.
“Need to wash.”
It sounds like an excuse. It is one.
He gets up and disappears into the bathroom.
Niragi looks at his mouth for a second before his fingers come back to his own and he licks off what is left.
Then he presses in closer, even though there is nowhere closer to go. Still inside him. Still stuck to his back. Still not moving away because moving away sounds like a terrible fucking idea.
His fingers find Chishiya’s jaw. There is no need to turn him. He does anyway, or tries to, at least.
The angle is bad. Too bad for a kiss, probably. His mouth catches Chishiya’s, messy and crooked, more tongue than anything else, licking at him, into him with a soft growl.
All yours. Yeah.
He bites Chishiya’s lower lip when he pulls back.
“Good.”
His hand leaves Chishiya’s jaw and lands on the frame too, one on either side now, Chishiya trapped between his arms and the open window and Niragi’s body.
“Should’ve told you you can kiss me again before.”
A small laugh leaves him. More air than anything else. Pathetic, probably.
The open air hits his arms and makes the sweat there turn cold, which means Chishiya is probably cold too.
“You did good,” he says, and it sounds horrible even to him, when the truth is that Chishiya strung him along while begging on his knees and still listened when it mattered, but just because he’s mellow now doesn’t mean he should hand him that.
He’ll figure it out anyway, eventually. Clever bastard.
Niragi glances back at the room from the corner of his eye. Knife on the carpet. Sheets a mess. That coffee stain still there.
He groans.
“You wanna sleep on the floor?”
Chishiya slowly gets up again and walks over to the table where he left the card. He takes it and comes back to the bed.
After sitting down on it he grabs the tape and rips a piece from it. He then spreads his legs to tape the card against his inner thigh over one of the fading bite marks. Then he looks at Niragi.
“Since you want me to keep it I have to do it this way.”
The smaller male says and then closes his legs again before making eye contact again.
“I wasn’t messing with you.”
Niragi looks at Chishiya's legs spread on his bed. At the tape. At the card stuck over one of the fading bite marks like that makes any fucking sense. Like that is a normal place to put it. Like Chishiya can just take something he was supposed to keep safe and shove it against something fresh and his and sit there looking at him like he solved the problem.
It takes a moment before he can move again.
Then he steps in and grabs Chishiya’s knee before he can close his legs properly.
"No. Take it off."
The words come out too sharp, so he clamps his teeth around the next ones for half a second before something worse comes out.
"Carefully."
His fingers tighten once on Chishiya's knee, then let go.
"You'll fuck up the surface."
Niragi looks at his mouth for a second before his fingers come back to his own and he licks off what is left.
Then he presses in closer, even though there is nowhere closer to go. Still inside him. Still stuck to his back. Still not moving away because moving away sounds like a terrible fucking idea.
His fingers find Chishiya’s jaw. There is no need to turn him. He does anyway, or tries to, at least.
The angle is bad. Too bad for a kiss, probably. His mouth catches Chishiya’s, messy and crooked, more tongue than anything else, licking at him, into him with a soft growl.
All yours. Yeah.
He bites Chishiya’s lower lip when he pulls back.
“Good.”
His hand leaves Chishiya’s jaw and lands on the frame too, one on either side now, Chishiya trapped between his arms and the open window and Niragi’s body.
“Should’ve told you you can kiss me again before.”
A small laugh leaves him. More air than anything else. Pathetic, probably.
The open air hits his arms and makes the sweat there turn cold, which means Chishiya is probably cold too.
“You did good,” he says, and it sounds horrible even to him, when the truth is that Chishiya strung him along while begging on his knees and still listened when it mattered, but just because he’s mellow now doesn’t mean he should hand him that.
He’ll figure it out anyway, eventually. Clever bastard.
Niragi glances back at the room from the corner of his eye. Knife on the carpet. Sheets a mess. That coffee stain still there.
He groans.
“You wanna sleep on the floor?”
If Niragi wants Chishiya to hold onto the card and hide it in his room he will do it. He makes a mental note to take it with him whenever he will leave the room.
The smaller male can see the air around the other shift and he watched him long enough to know that he is starting to get pissed again. Of course he could provoke him now just because, but he decides against it.
“Got it.” It’s all he says while he just stands there and watches him tape the knife under the bed again.
As he is told he can stay his lips curl up into a smile and he sits down on the edge of the bed.
The smaller male decides he will keep listening to the militant, hoping he can make him understand that he doesn’t try to escalate things.
It is as he said, the card made him curious and he took a look at it before putting it back. Stealing it never crossed his mind even once. If anything it made him just more curious about the taller male. And maybe with more time he will let him in more.
He keeps sitting on the bed and allows his body to rest while waiting for Niragi to be done with the knife.
Niragi smooths the last strip of tape down and gives the knife one sharp tug to test it. It holds.
He starts to pull back, then looks up. The card is still on the table. He inhales through his nose, slow enough that it almost counts as patience.
"Are you done messing with me now?"
His eyes cut to Chishiya on the bed.
"I said keep it hidden."
Niragi looks at his mouth for a second before his fingers come back to his own and he licks off what is left.
Then he presses in closer, even though there is nowhere closer to go. Still inside him. Still stuck to his back. Still not moving away because moving away sounds like a terrible fucking idea.
His fingers find Chishiya’s jaw. There is no need to turn him. He does anyway, or tries to, at least.
The angle is bad. Too bad for a kiss, probably. His mouth catches Chishiya’s, messy and crooked, more tongue than anything else, licking at him, into him with a soft growl.
All yours. Yeah.
He bites Chishiya’s lower lip when he pulls back.
“Good.”
His hand leaves Chishiya’s jaw and lands on the frame too, one on either side now, Chishiya trapped between his arms and the open window and Niragi’s body.
“Should’ve told you you can kiss me again before.”
A small laugh leaves him. More air than anything else. Pathetic, probably.
The open air hits his arms and makes the sweat there turn cold, which means Chishiya is probably cold too.
“You did good,” he says, and it sounds horrible even to him, when the truth is that Chishiya strung him along while begging on his knees and still listened when it mattered, but just because he’s mellow now doesn’t mean he should hand him that.
He’ll figure it out anyway, eventually. Clever bastard.
Niragi glances back at the room from the corner of his eye. Knife on the carpet. Sheets a mess. That coffee stain still there.
He groans.
“You wanna sleep on the floor?”
Chishiya watches as Niragi stands normal again, holding the card in hand he found under the bed the other day. But before he can say a thing the other is already in front of him and the card is shoved against his chest.
He feels the pressure and then quickly lifts one hand to take a hold of the card. Then he watches him walk back to the bed and he just watches him for a moment longer.
“I don’t want it. I simply picked it up to see what card it was.”
The blonde said before walking over and placing the card on the table. He doesn’t ask questions about the card, because even he knows not all information are meant to get shared with someone.
He then simply helps the militant to toss the pillows back on the bed. And just as he stands normally again the towel around his waist drops.
Chishiya then bends down and picks it up before placing it on a chair. He glances around the room to see where his clothes are.
“I won’t ask any questions and I’m willing to leave if you think that’s the better option. I don’t want to leave though.”
The smaller male is simply honest in that moment. He is willing to get dressed and leave in case that him touching the card caused the other inner turmoil.
Niragi doesn't look at the card on the table. Not right away.
His eyes catch on the towel dropping first, because of course they do, because his body apparently hasn't learned shit all night. Chishiya bends down to pick it up and Niragi's jaw tightens again, sharper this time, annoyed at him, at the card, at himself, at the fact that Chishiya can stand there naked and still make being pissed inconvenient.
He grabs the roll of tape off the mattress.
"You keep shit like that hidden when I give it to you." His voice comes out flat. Tired.
He crouches by the bed again, knife in hand, tape stuck between his fingers.
"And I didn’t tell you to leave."
He presses the knife back under the frame, holding it in place with two fingers while he pulls the tape with his teeth. It tears badly. Of course it does. He smooths it down anyway, hard, thumb dragging over the strip until it sticks.
Another piece of tape. Then another.
The room still smells like both of them, and Chishiya is standing, talking about leaving like that’s supposed to help.
Niragi adds one more strip and presses it down with his thumb.
Niragi looks at his mouth for a second before his fingers come back to his own and he licks off what is left.
Then he presses in closer, even though there is nowhere closer to go. Still inside him. Still stuck to his back. Still not moving away because moving away sounds like a terrible fucking idea.
His fingers find Chishiya’s jaw. There is no need to turn him. He does anyway, or tries to, at least.
The angle is bad. Too bad for a kiss, probably. His mouth catches Chishiya’s, messy and crooked, more tongue than anything else, licking at him, into him with a soft growl.
All yours. Yeah.
He bites Chishiya’s lower lip when he pulls back.
“Good.”
His hand leaves Chishiya’s jaw and lands on the frame too, one on either side now, Chishiya trapped between his arms and the open window and Niragi’s body.
“Should’ve told you you can kiss me again before.”
A small laugh leaves him. More air than anything else. Pathetic, probably.
The open air hits his arms and makes the sweat there turn cold, which means Chishiya is probably cold too.
“You did good,” he says, and it sounds horrible even to him, when the truth is that Chishiya strung him along while begging on his knees and still listened when it mattered, but just because he’s mellow now doesn’t mean he should hand him that.
He’ll figure it out anyway, eventually. Clever bastard.
Niragi glances back at the room from the corner of his eye. Knife on the carpet. Sheets a mess. That coffee stain still there.
He groans.
“You wanna sleep on the floor?”
Once in the bathroom Chishiya gets inside the shower to just wash what needs to be cleaned. After stepping outside again he grabs a towel and starts to dry himself.
Certain parts of his body hurt as he puts light pressure on it, but it’s nothing he can’t handle.
He wraps the towel around his waist and then makes his way back into the room. The smaller male’s eyes see that Niragi already took take of the bed even though he told him to clean before.
Chishiya keeps looking at the other, immediately knowing that he checked on the card hidden under the bed.
He decides then and there to not hide it that he touched it should the question come. Plus, he won’t surprised if it turns out Niragi hates the fact that he moved it.
The blonde is willing to make up for it, but for now be can only wait what will happen.
Behind him, the bathroom door opens.
He hears Chishiya before he looks. Bare feet on the floor, the soft shift of the towel, then nothing. Just standing there in the doorway like he already knows.
Niragi pulls the card out, jaw tightening, gets up, and crosses the room before Chishiya can say anything. He shoves the card against his chest.
"Take it."
His fingers press it there for one second too long, hard enough to make sure Chishiya feels the edge through his skin.
"You wanted to touch it so bad, right? Take it."
He lets go before Chishiya can answer and turns away, because if he keeps looking at his face he's going to do something stupid and he's done with stupid for today.
The knife is still in his hand. There's a piece of tape stuck to his thumb.
He grabs the duvet off the floor with his other hand and throws it back onto the bed, then goes for the pillows next.
Niragi looks at his mouth for a second before his fingers come back to his own and he licks off what is left.
Then he presses in closer, even though there is nowhere closer to go. Still inside him. Still stuck to his back. Still not moving away because moving away sounds like a terrible fucking idea.
His fingers find Chishiya’s jaw. There is no need to turn him. He does anyway, or tries to, at least.
The angle is bad. Too bad for a kiss, probably. His mouth catches Chishiya’s, messy and crooked, more tongue than anything else, licking at him, into him with a soft growl.
All yours. Yeah.
He bites Chishiya’s lower lip when he pulls back.
“Good.”
His hand leaves Chishiya’s jaw and lands on the frame too, one on either side now, Chishiya trapped between his arms and the open window and Niragi’s body.
“Should’ve told you you can kiss me again before.”
A small laugh leaves him. More air than anything else. Pathetic, probably.
The open air hits his arms and makes the sweat there turn cold, which means Chishiya is probably cold too.
“You did good,” he says, and it sounds horrible even to him, when the truth is that Chishiya strung him along while begging on his knees and still listened when it mattered, but just because he’s mellow now doesn’t mean he should hand him that.
He’ll figure it out anyway, eventually. Clever bastard.
Niragi glances back at the room from the corner of his eye. Knife on the carpet. Sheets a mess. That coffee stain still there.
He groans.
“You wanna sleep on the floor?”
Chishiya was never one to do things the usual way and because his brain was still not functioning properly that is the best he can come up with. But somehow it is fitting if it comes to them.
Things simply happened between the two of them and whenever he gets the chance he tries to get under the militant’s skin. It’s fun to make him react and he is his favourite target anyway, seeing how far he can push him.
Only now he realises though he didn’t do it just for fun.
Right now it feels like he was Niragi’s for a while now without being aware of it. He won’t admit that though, because he isn’t entirely sure.
And offering to clean up, came without him really thinking about it. Maybe it is strange given the whole situation, but he doesn’t care.
The sound coming from Chishiya as the other starts to pull out makes it clear he doesn’t like it. The unhappy sound is briefly replaced by sigh as he feels one of the other’s hands on his side, keeping him up.
He enjoys still being close, but he also knows they can’t stay like this forever. Not if they want to avoid getting sick.
The blonde looks over his shoulder to watch what the militant is doing. He doesn’t comment as the other tries to pull his pants up, before giving up halfway and getting rid of it instead. He prefers that view anyway and he doesn’t bother to hide it.
Chishiya’s eyes stay on Niragi as he bends down to pick up at the knife, still waiting for him to make a decision.
He can feel the taller male’s eyes on him the whole time and he still doesn’t move away from the window. He simply doesn’t feel like it.
As the other tells him to clean himself first he thinks about it for a moment before deciding to keep obeying him.
He then finally turns away from the window and starts to make his way over to the bathroom. He walks slowly because his body is tired and remembers what happened to it. This time he manages to keep any sounds in.
Niragi watches the first few steps. Slow. Careful. Quiet enough. So he's fine.
He lets him go, and the second Chishiya disappears into the bathroom, Niragi turns away and reaches for the duct tape sitting on the sideboard. Tape and knife go onto the nightstand first, out of the way but close enough to grab without looking. Then he shoves the duvet off the bed, the pillows after it, strips the sheets, balls them up, and chucks them into a corner.
The mattress looks worse without them. Coffee stain, because of course it seeped through. Niragi scrunches his nose and presses his hand against it.
Damp. Not bad enough to care.
He pauses long enough to listen for water, then goes to the closet, pulls a clean sheet from the bottom, and shakes it out over the mattress. He tucks it in properly because if it comes loose the second he puts Chishiya on it, he is going to have to fix it again, and he won’t do that.
Then he grabs the knife and tape again. He crouches next to the bed, reaches under the frame, and finds the spot by feel.
Except-
His hand stills.
The card is wrong.
Tucked in at a different angle than he left it. Not far. Not much. Definitely moved. And not on its own.
Wherever I go people are either talking behind my back or they get quiet if I pass by. I wonder whether a that’s happening to you too. < @chishiya-the-cat >
Sure hope they’re polite about it. For their sake.
Niragi looks at his mouth for a second before his fingers come back to his own and he licks off what is left.
Then he presses in closer, even though there is nowhere closer to go. Still inside him. Still stuck to his back. Still not moving away because moving away sounds like a terrible fucking idea.
His fingers find Chishiya’s jaw. There is no need to turn him. He does anyway, or tries to, at least.
The angle is bad. Too bad for a kiss, probably. His mouth catches Chishiya’s, messy and crooked, more tongue than anything else, licking at him, into him with a soft growl.
All yours. Yeah.
He bites Chishiya’s lower lip when he pulls back.
“Good.”
His hand leaves Chishiya’s jaw and lands on the frame too, one on either side now, Chishiya trapped between his arms and the open window and Niragi’s body.
“Should’ve told you you can kiss me again before.”
A small laugh leaves him. More air than anything else. Pathetic, probably.
The open air hits his arms and makes the sweat there turn cold, which means Chishiya is probably cold too.
“You did good,” he says, and it sounds horrible even to him, when the truth is that Chishiya strung him along while begging on his knees and still listened when it mattered, but just because he’s mellow now doesn’t mean he should hand him that.
He’ll figure it out anyway, eventually. Clever bastard.
Niragi glances back at the room from the corner of his eye. Knife on the carpet. Sheets a mess. That coffee stain still there.
He groans.
“You wanna sleep on the floor?”
Chishiya's eyes follow the other's hand, and he watches him lick his fingers, unable to look away.
A small groan comes from the blonde as he feels the other press in closer. They are still skin on skin while he is still deep inside of him, and he doesn't want him anywhere else. He doesn't mind skin sticking to skin either.
He doesn't fight it as the militant's fingers find his jaw and then turn his head to the side.
Chishiya's eyes close the moment their lips crash against each other, and he kisses him back with everything he got. As he feels his tongue, he greets it with his own and then gasps as he hears him growl. The kiss is messy, but in the best of ways.
He meant it as he just said he is all Niragi's.
As his lower lip gets bitten, he groans and his lids flutter open as he pulls back so he can look at him again.
"You can always remind me in case you think I forgot."
Chishiya manages to say even though his voice still sounds like he screamed for days.
His head turns forward, and he watches the militant's hands find their way onto the frame too. One on each side, trapping him between Niragi's body and the window. The blonde doesn't mind because he doesn't want to leave anyway.
"I take that as permission I can again now." Chishiya replies, knowing his own voice doesn't sound any better than Niragi's. Even though the other's voice still manages to get under his skin as well as his laugh. A small shiver runs through his body as it cools down, but the smaller male doesn't feel the need to separate. The praise causes the cat-like smile to briefly come back, but at the same time, he is aware that Niragi will get back at him. He knows it's his fault how things escalated, but he doesn't regret it. And if there will be any punishment, he will take it. Also, he knows he still has to learn to listen. He looks back over his shoulder and lets his eyes wander through the room, that is still a mess. "No, I don't. You want me to clean or go to my room?"
Chishiya still doesn't want them to separate and that's why he doesn't move.
"You clean up."
It's not quite a question and not quite not one either. Mostly because Niragi hears himself say it and still needs another second to make that statement fit anywhere.
Chishiya cleaning up. Chishiya offering to clean up while Niragi is still inside him.
Sure. That is a normal thing that happens.
Just like running into Chishiya in the hallways happened. In the conference room, throwing those little undercuts his way like he had nothing better to do than test whether Niragi would bite.
And now this. Now Chishiya is still open against the window, all marked up, offering that like he did not just dissolve around him twice.
Brand new sentence that doesn't process in any useful way.
Niragi starts to pull out before he remembers to move his arms. Obviously, that does not work.
His jaw clenches and he takes one hand off the frame, then the other, catching Chishiya at his side instead. Holding him there. Keeping him up.
He leaves Chishiya there for a second after, one hand still at his side, the other braced near him on the frame.
The bed is a mess. The couch is too far away. The floor is the floor. Fantastic.
Niragi looks down at his own pants, still somehow half on him like they have any right to be involved at this point. He tries to pull them up. Gets irritated immediately.
"Fuck’s sake."
He shoves them down instead, steps out of them, and leaves them on the floor. Then his eyes catch on the knife.
He bends, badly, because his legs still feel like a joke and his body has apparently decided to be useless now that it got what it wanted. His fingers close around the handle and he picks it up from the floor.
One problem handled.
He straightens again, knife in hand, naked and wrecked and still looking at Chishiya by the window.
"You said clean up," he says. "Start with yourself."
The world comes back in pieces.
Chishiya’s skin sticking to his. The faint noise of the pool area several stories below. The open window. His own throat feeling like the morning after too much alcohol and too little self-control.
Niragi’s hand drops from Chishiya’s throat to his chest, thumb dragging over one nipple, then lower until his fingers find the sticky mess on his stomach, still warm under his fingertips.
His mouth is still against Chishiya’s shoulder, so he uses it. Not quite a kiss, just a quick brush of his lips.
"There anything you’re not greedy about?"
His voice barely works.
He hooks his chin over Chishiya’s shoulder and drags his fingers over his stomach again before he lifts his hand. His thumb goes into his own mouth immediately, licking the taste off, while his index and middle finger almost brush Chishiya’s lips.
"You’re mine," he rasps, wiping it over Chishiya’s mouth. "You know that."
The first thing Chishiya begins to register again, despite the sensation of Niragi still being inside of him, is the air caressing his skin because he is still in the open window. It cools his sweaty and overheated skin.
The smaller male's throat protests for one because of all the moans and other sides he made and because of the fingers tightening around him again and again.
And as the other's fingers finally leave his throat, the next sound is dragged out of him as the thumb drags over his nipple. He still sounds husky even if it's just a moan that slips.
He feels the militant's fingers move further down, knowing immediately he found the mess he made on himself.
The brush of his lips on his shoulder makes a small shiver run down his body and for a moment his own lips curl up into a smile.
"If it comes to you, then no…"
Chishiya's voice doesn't sound any better than Niragi's.
His eyes finally open, and he looks down on himself to watch the taller male's fingers wander over his stomach. Then he lifts his head and turns it to the side to watch the other male lift his hand before he licks his thumb clean.
Another small sound comes from the blonde as Niragi's index and middle finger come close to his lips.
Hearing the taller male that Chishiya is his sends new electric jolts through his body and all of him knows it's nothing but the truth. The sound repeats as the other's fingers smear the sticky mess over his lips.
Without thinking, he licks his lips clean while his head stays turned as much as he can.
"All yours."
Niragi looks at his mouth for a second before his fingers come back to his own and he licks off what is left.
Then he presses in closer, even though there is nowhere closer to go. Still inside him. Still stuck to his back. Still not moving away because moving away sounds like a terrible fucking idea.
His fingers find Chishiya’s jaw. There is no need to turn him. He does anyway, or tries to, at least.
The angle is bad. Too bad for a kiss, probably. His mouth catches Chishiya’s, messy and crooked, more tongue than anything else, licking at him, into him with a soft growl.
All yours. Yeah.
He bites Chishiya’s lower lip when he pulls back.
“Good.”
His hand leaves Chishiya’s jaw and lands on the frame too, one on either side now, Chishiya trapped between his arms and the open window and Niragi’s body.
“Should’ve told you you can kiss me again before.”
A small laugh leaves him. More air than anything else. Pathetic, probably.
The open air hits his arms and makes the sweat there turn cold, which means Chishiya is probably cold too.
“You did good,” he says, and it sounds horrible even to him, when the truth is that Chishiya strung him along while begging on his knees and still listened when it mattered, but just because he’s mellow now doesn’t mean he should hand him that.
He’ll figure it out anyway, eventually. Clever bastard.
Niragi glances back at the room from the corner of his eye. Knife on the carpet. Sheets a mess. That coffee stain still there.
He groans.
“You wanna sleep on the floor?”
Chishiya comes and Niragi almost misses it. Almost.
Which is fucking stupid, because he feels it everywhere. The sudden lock of Chishiya’s body around him, the tremor going through him, his name tearing out louder and less controlled than before. It all hits, but late, like the rest of him has to drag the information back from wherever his brain went.
Good. Maybe.
He does not know. Does not have room to know. Chishiya is tight around him and still pushing back, still shaking, still giving him more when he should have nothing left to give, and Niragi has no fucking words for that. Not even in his head.
His hips snap in harder. Then again.
His hand tightens around Chishiya’s throat because that is where the sound is. The breath. Him. His mouth catches skin, teeth dragging, biting down too hard again. The frame creaks.
Niragi’s eyes lift.
Hands still there.
No tap.
Fine.
Everything drops back into his body so hard it almost hurts. Chishiya’s heat around him. The slap of his hips against him. The way Chishiya keeps taking him, even after, like done is something that only counts when Niragi decides it does.
His next thrust stutters. Then turns mean.
Again. Again. Deeper, useless, chasing nothing except the place where Chishiya’s body keeps pulling him in, until there is no more room to pull back from it.
Niragi comes with his teeth in Chishiya’s skin and his hand too tight around his throat, hips buried deep and jerking into him like his body still has something to prove after the rest of him is already gone.
No words. Just a ruined sound shoved into Chishiya’s shoulder.
His fingers open late. Enough.
He drags in air through his teeth and looks up before anything else.
Hands still there.
Still no tap.
Good.
Niragi stays inside him, shaking against his back, forehead dropping to Chishiya’s shoulder because moving feels like a problem for someone with a working brain.
Chishiya's nails dig into the wooden frame of the window he still presses his hands against and more electric jolts rush through his body as Niragi enters him hard again and again. A whimper comes over his lips and then the next sound dies in his throat as those fingers around it tighten once more.
The smaller male has no control over his body anymore, about how it reacts and he simply keeps falling.
From far away, he can feel the militant's teeth sink into the skin of the back of his neck, allowing pain and pleasure to mix once again. Another sound tries to escape him, but doesn't manage to.
He can still only feel and not have even one straight thought.
Losing himself like that wasn't like that, but there is no way back.
Just falling deeper and faster.
The blonde's body has no chance to come down from this intense high because Niragi's thrusts keep getting deeper and meaner. He keeps hitting the right spot over and over again so that the lights start to dance before his closed eyelids again.
His hips start to move subconsciously. Each time he enters him, they move against him to let him go deeper.
It's like Chishiya's body decides to only do the other's bidding at that moment.
He can feel his body starting to tense up, like a new storm is brewing deep inside of him, and he can't avoid getting washed away. Not that he really wants to.
The other's teeth are still sunk into his sensitive skin, making sure this mark won't fade for days to come. Pain keeps mixing with pleasure and rushes freely through his body.
He barely registers the other cumming inside of him, because he is still falling. But his body does feel Niragi filling him, which pushes him over the edge a second time. There is no warning, just tumbling over the edge as the hand around his throat tightens.
Chishiya can't breathe while the militant is deep inside of him with him tightening around him. His body trembles as badly as before and this orgasm is just as intense as the first one.
For a few heartbeats, he can hear Niragi's voice through his hazy mind and then the fingers around his throat loosen. Not a lot, but he can get some air in while the other's name leaves his lips with another moan.
The smaller male's body continues to tremble, and his hands are back to just pressing against the frame to keep himself up.
His throat will remember those squeezes for a while and the bruises that will bloom there, won't be ones that can be hidden.
Chishiya's skin will show off the proofs of him getting claimed in more than one way.
It seems the waves of pleasure have no intention of stopping while the blonde tries to calm down his breathing. And his mind just as slowly starts to clear up a bit.
Once Chishiya's still hazy brain can register that the other is still inside of him, he lets out a small gasp. His voice is husky because Niragi's name left his mouth way too many times and way too loudly.
His eyes stay closed as he simply focuses on the sensation of being one again.
The blonde's body is tired, but a good kind of tired, and so he doesn't move.
Chishiya just stands there and allows his body to finally calm down while he relives the sensation of getting claimed like this.
His lips part once again, but no words come out.
The realization from before sinks in once again and maybe, just maybe deep down inside, Niragi has the same.
The world comes back in pieces.
Chishiya’s skin sticking to his. The faint noise of the pool area several stories below. The open window. His own throat feeling like the morning after too much alcohol and too little self-control.
Niragi’s hand drops from Chishiya’s throat to his chest, thumb dragging over one nipple, then lower until his fingers find the sticky mess on his stomach, still warm under his fingertips.
His mouth is still against Chishiya’s shoulder, so he uses it. Not quite a kiss, just a quick brush of his lips.
"There anything you’re not greedy about?"
His voice barely works.
He hooks his chin over Chishiya’s shoulder and drags his fingers over his stomach again before he lifts his hand. His thumb goes into his own mouth immediately, licking the taste off, while his index and middle finger almost brush Chishiya’s lips.
"You’re mine," he rasps, wiping it over Chishiya’s mouth. "You know that."
Yours.
Niragi hears it and laps it up like blood, and something in him just gives.
His hips snap forward hard, too hard to call it anything but losing the thread, and the sound that comes out of him gets caught against Chishiya’s neck. Ugly. High for half a second. Then bitten down into something worse.
He tries to say something.
Nothing comes.
His mouth opens against Chishiya’s skin like that helps. Like there is any fucking use for words now. Chishiya is hot around him, slick against his chest, making those sounds, saying that, taking him like he understands what it means, and Niragi’s brain just drops half the room. Not a single word left. Not even the spot he was going to bite. The place he meant to mark. Gone the second Chishiya tightens around him and moans, until there is only heat.
So he bites down wherever his teeth are. Hard.
Hard enough to feel muscle jump in his mouth, hard enough for the jolt to go through Chishiya and straight back into him, and he lets go only enough to drag in air. Only enough to lift his eyes over Chishiya’s shoulder, breathing through his teeth, hand still tight around his throat.
Hands still there.
No tap.
Good.
That’s all he needs. That’s all he keeps. Everything else can fuck off.
He starts moving again, harder, faster, not because he decides to, but because there is nothing left stopping him now. His fingers tighten around Chishiya’s throat, then tighter when Chishiya makes another sound, and Niragi has no fucking idea if he is trying to hold him still or hold himself together.
Doesn’t matter. It works.
Chishiya is there against the window, hands on the frame, body taking him, voice breaking open into the air because Niragi put him there and told him to fall.
So he makes him.
His hips drive in hard and fast now, no rhythm worth following, no mercy in the next thrust or the one after it, just Niragi fucking into him with no goal except doing it again, deeper, worse, until his breath is hot and broken against Chishiya’s skin and every sound he makes comes out too raw to hide. Keening. Growling. Moaning like he hates it. Like he needs it. Like there is no difference left, just thrusts that get worse when Chishiya sounds good and worse when he tries to breathe and worse when Niragi feels him tighten around him like his body is agreeing with every ugly thing Niragi can’t say anymore.
His mouth drags over Chishiya’s shoulder, jaw, neck, wherever he can reach without letting go of his throat. His breath is too loud. The slap of his hips against Chishiya is too loud. Everything is too loud and not enough.
His fingers flex.
Hands still there.
No tap.
Good.
Niragi groans against his skin and fucks him harder.
Chishiya's breath hitches as Niragi pushes hard inside of him again, making his whole body tremble. A whine mixed with a whimper comes over lips and mingles together with the sound coming from the other.
And even though by now the smaller has lost his ability to think even one clear thought, his body knows Niragi is losing control too. They are both falling now with nothing to stop them.
They're acting on instinct, letting their bodies take them where they need to be.
Their bodies are doing all the talking for them now, there is no need for words anymore. They are useless
Feeling, falling and getting lost in the heat of the moment.
The hot breath against his skin causes his pulse to quicken still before more moans and whimpers come from him as he feels the other's teeth sink into his skin. The pain coming from it mixes together with the pleasure he is feeling and Niragi's name leaves his lips yet again.
It's loud because he is beyond the point of caring who will hear him anyway. People can know who he belongs to, deep down inside he even wants them to know.
The pain in his neck causes more electric jolts through his body before he senses them rushing through the militant's body as well. And as his skin is free, Chishiya lets out a shaky breath, but even though if he was aware of the new and deep bruise that would appear there soon, he wouldn't care.
The taller male's hand tightly around his throat doesn't allow the next sounds to come out. His breath hitches once again as he is swept further away by all the sensations Niragi evokes inside of him. Pain and pleasure keep mixing together and making him fall faster and faster.
More moans and whimpers come from the blonde as the fingers relax again, and they become louder as Niragi starts to move again. His thrusts are fast and deep and to him, it feels like he wants to remind him again and again of who he belongs to. Chishiya feels claimed in every way possible, and he lets it happen willingly.
This is what he wants.
He wants to keep falling, and he wants to give his everything to Niragi, and he is fine with any consequences that come with it.
And the way the other keeps pushing inside of him, hitting his most sensitive spot over and over again lets the realization sink in that he wants this just as badly.
It almost feels like a connection is being formed, one neither of them can break anymore.
Chishiya's body trembles more each time Niragi drives hard inside of him, entering him so deep he can see the stars once again. His palms press harder against the frame, but he doesn't want it any other way. This is what he craves, this is what he needs and the only one that can give it to him is the man behind him. It is the man that is turning him into a mess. The man whose name he can't stop moaning loudly. He doesn't even hear that their sounds mix together, because his high gets closer and closer with each thrust. And as he goes really deep, the realization hits him hard once again.
It's the realization Niragi seems to subconsciously want to drive into him as well, over and over again.
It's the realization that Chishiya belongs to him with body, heart and soul. That is what he desires too, what they both desire. That is how it's supposed to be.
The smaller male's breathing continues to get heavier and heavier as he feels the other's mouth drag over his shoulder, jack and neck. He feels the hair at the end of his neck stand up, which is a clear sign of how overstimulated he is becoming, in the best of ways.
His mind is more hazy than ever and Chishiya is completely reduced to just feeling and no thinking. He can only let himself fall further while each thrust is more intense than the one before.
The fingers around his throat tighten again and as the other's thrusts become harder, his body can't hold in any longer.
Chishiya moans Niragi's name loudly and over and over again, like a prayer as he tumbles over the edge. He can feel himself tighten around him while colors explode behind his closed eyelids. He barely registers the mess he is making on himself again and the window as the orgasm washes over him.
It's so intense he can barely keep himself up while his body continues to tremble, trying to make the taller male tumble over the edge as well.
He leans back slightly while the only thing on his mind is Niragi and the way he makes him feel, feel in more than one way.
He just knows he is his.
Chishiya comes and Niragi almost misses it. Almost.
Which is fucking stupid, because he feels it everywhere. The sudden lock of Chishiya’s body around him, the tremor going through him, his name tearing out louder and less controlled than before. It all hits, but late, like the rest of him has to drag the information back from wherever his brain went.
Good. Maybe.
He does not know. Does not have room to know. Chishiya is tight around him and still pushing back, still shaking, still giving him more when he should have nothing left to give, and Niragi has no fucking words for that. Not even in his head.
His hips snap in harder. Then again.
His hand tightens around Chishiya’s throat because that is where the sound is. The breath. Him. His mouth catches skin, teeth dragging, biting down too hard again. The frame creaks.
Niragi’s eyes lift.
Hands still there.
No tap.
Fine.
Everything drops back into his body so hard it almost hurts. Chishiya’s heat around him. The slap of his hips against him. The way Chishiya keeps taking him, even after, like done is something that only counts when Niragi decides it does.
His next thrust stutters. Then turns mean.
Again. Again. Deeper, useless, chasing nothing except the place where Chishiya’s body keeps pulling him in, until there is no more room to pull back from it.
Niragi comes with his teeth in Chishiya’s skin and his hand too tight around his throat, hips buried deep and jerking into him like his body still has something to prove after the rest of him is already gone.
No words. Just a ruined sound shoved into Chishiya’s shoulder.
His fingers open late. Enough.
He drags in air through his teeth and looks up before anything else.
Hands still there.
Still no tap.
Good.
Niragi stays inside him, shaking against his back, forehead dropping to Chishiya’s shoulder because moving feels like a problem for someone with a working brain.
