Raiko_kutima

BloodLust Lovers

The steam had begun to fade, leaving the bathroom thick with heat and sin. The water still ran, but neither of them moved toward it.

Mostly because Kikidori couldn't walk.

He sat on the cold marble bench, his head tilted back, breath still uneven, fingers loosely resting at his sides—completely wrecked.

Haruna, standing in front of him, casually wiped a certain… substance from her face, her expression too smug for her own good.

Haruna giggled. "Aww, what's wrong, Kiki? Legs not working?"

Kikidori exhaled sharply, dragging a tired hand down his face. "You are an actual menace."

Haruna smirked, flicking a damp strand of hair over her shoulder. "And you love it."

Kikidori tried to stand up. Tried.

Haruna lost it. She doubled over, laughing so hard she had to grab the wall to keep herself upright. "OH MY GOTH, DID I REALLY—?!"

Kikidori growled, tilting his head back against the marble, completely defeated.

Haruna wiped the last of the "evidence" from her cheek, grinning like the wicked little thing she was.

She leaned down, brushing her lips against his ear, her voice a dark, teasing whisper.

Kikidori groaned. "I am going to die. Again."