Shinsou

The flickering screen of the movie theater cast dancing shadows across Y/N's face, but their attention was far from the unfolding drama on screen. Beside them, Hitoshi Shinso sat with his usual stoic expression, though Y/N could detect a subtle tension in his posture. It had been months since they started dating, and Y/N found a particular delight in teasing their usually composed boyfriend. Tonight, they decided, would be no exception.

With a mischievous glint in their eyes, Y/N casually placed their hand on Shinso's thigh. The fabric of his jeans felt warm beneath their palm. They began to gently rub their hand up and down, a slow, deliberate motion that sent a shiver through themself as much as it probably did Shinso. Each time he shifted, Y/N would pull back, feigning innocence and focusing on the movie.

Shinso remained silent, his amethyst eyes fixed on the screen. But Y/N noticed the almost imperceptible clenching of his jaw, the way he subtly adjusted his position. Emboldened, Y/N repeated the teasing touch, each time pushing their luck a little further. The air between them crackled with unspoken desire, a silent challenge that only they were privy to.

Finally, Shinso's patience snapped. He abruptly stood, grabbing Y/N's hand and pulling them out of their seat. "We're going somewhere else," he muttered, his voice low and husky. Y/N, surprised but secretly thrilled, followed him out of the theater, a playful smirk tugging at their lips.

They found themselves in the dimly lit hallway leading to the restrooms. Shinso didn't stop until they were inside one of the stalls, the cramped space suddenly feeling incredibly intimate. He turned to Y/N, his eyes dark and intense. Without a word, he pinned them against the cool tile wall, his hands framing their face.

Y/N's smirk widened. They had anticipated this, had craved this raw, unfiltered desire from Shinso. "Finally," they whispered, their voice laced with anticipation.

Shinso didn't hesitate. His lips crashed against theirs in a searing kiss, a stark contrast to his usual gentle demeanor. It was a kiss full of pent-up frustration and longing, a desperate plea for release. Y/N met his passion with equal fervor, their hands tangling in his lavender hair, pulling him closer.

The kiss deepened, tongues dancing and exploring, until they were both breathless. Shinso broke away, his eyes burning with an intensity that made Y/N's heart race. He trailed kisses down their jawline, their neck, each touch sending shivers down their spine.

"Hitoshi," Y/N moaned, their head falling back against the wall, giving him better access.

Shinso obliged, his lips leaving a trail of fiery kisses that blossomed into dark purple hickeys. Y/N cried out, a mixture of pleasure and pain, as he marked their skin. "More," they begged, their voice hoarse with need.

He continued his assault, his teeth nipping and tugging at their flesh, until Y/N was a trembling mess against the wall. Shinso then moved lower, his hands finding the hem of their shirt, pulling it up and over their head. He discarded it on the floor, his eyes never leaving theirs.

Next, he reached for the button of their pants, his fingers fumbling slightly in his haste. Y/N watched, mesmerized, as he slowly unzipped them, the sound amplified in the small space. He slid the pants down their legs, leaving them standing in their underwear.

Shinso's gaze lingered on their exposed thighs, and he let out a low growl. He knelt before them, his lips pressing against their skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses that sent sparks of electricity through their body. Y/N gasped, their hands gripping his hair tightly.

But just as they thought things were about to escalate further, Shinso abruptly stopped. He stood up, his breathing heavy, and pulled their pants back up, fastening the button and zipping them closed. He retrieved their shirt from the floor and helped them put it back on.

"Hitoshi?" Y/N asked, confusion laced in their voice. They were throbbing with unfulfilled desire, their body screaming for release.

Shinso avoided their gaze, his face flushed. "We can't," he muttered, his voice strained. "Not here."

Y/N's heart sank. They had been so caught up in the moment, so eager to tease and push Shinso's buttons, that they hadn't considered the consequences. Now, they were left in a state of agonizing frustration, their body aching for satisfaction.

Shinso took their hand, his touch hesitant. "Let's go," he said softly.

Y/N numbly followed him out of the bathroom, their mind reeling. The movie was long forgotten, replaced by the burning memory of Shinso's touch and the agonizing feeling of being left wanting.

They walked in silence, the unspoken tension hanging heavy between them. Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of resentment, quickly followed by a wave of guilt. They had started this game, had deliberately pushed Shinso to his limit, and now they were paying the price.

As they left the movie theater, Y/N knew one thing for sure: they would never tease Shinso like that again. The consequences were far too frustrating, the aftermath too awkward. They needed to find a different way to express their desire, a way that wouldn't leave them both in a state of agonizing torment.