𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞—

( toji has never handled him like this, like he's something precious, breakable, fucking fragile and he's not sure how to process it, because he would never consider himself as any of the above. but then he's pulling his hips to fit more securely against his own and he moans at the feel of the other's body fitting against his own as it does, two pieces of a puzzle coming together as they should, but he's not going to think about it like that —

he laughs. ) Maybe my metabolism picked up here, whaddya want me to say?

( his fingers drag through dark hair, dig blunt fingernails into the back of his neck as he all but writhes against him as those teeth rake over his throat, as those fingers peel his topmost layer away from his skin and when he pauses, when he asks.

are you fuckin' serious? )

You gotta— ( he pauses, and bites at his bottom lip. ) Fuck, you think you gotta ask? Your mind's slippin', starik. ( just wait, he'll sooth the sting of his teeth with the sweep of his tongue. slow, hot, sweet. )

I always want you.