Cont. From ( ) @vzmky

cont. from ( 𖥔 ) @vzmky

      𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒, 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑. they were intricate motions, poetically entuned to his body. many would attempt this song and dance, when dragged into raves among friends how their eyes bore into him, forms brushing as though by mere accident. suguru managed without retort, nor the fist that came along with it. lashes were tamed with 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 mascara, half-lidded while the breath he had been holding finally exhaled. there is a sense of calm around him, never quite smiling but possessing gentle qualities that indicated his enthusiasm. ❛ i wouldn't mind it. ❞ he always spoke in small intervals, unable to keep up with his own mind and at times prattling before words had a chance to process. ❛ being alone with you, i mean. it seems peaceful. ❞ but that would negate his brother's existences, and would in turn shatter their solitary fantasy.

      opposite hands are nestled on his shoulders, slackening tension, and garnering the softest noise when fingers graze his throat. it's 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 there, even more so when caressed by another. skin blushed, faintly heightened and contrasting beauty marks. heat smolders at the pit of his stomach, spreading through blood streams. you look cute like this. the man crooned, ensnaring attention unlike before where it averted every moment he was caught staring for too long. rain droplets are still filtering from concentrated areas, shivering subconsciously and shuddering against the knee pushing onward between his thighs. that promise on 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 lips, wanting him / requited affections.

      he must seem desperate. but the offer to replenish warmth eased his worry. and it was so very 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 that fabric surrounding him began to tighten . shameful, being aroused by the implication. that might be a sign, one he couldn't simply ignore. obviously this man couldn't either, not while the evidence pressed back against him. ❛ given the timeframe, we should take it slow. i've never been with a guy, and i didn't think i'd get this far. ❞ playing coy, as if he hadn't been fantasizing the entirety of their appointment. undressing him with rapt observation, and fucking him with his eyes. ❛ even so ... i'll do 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 you want, for as long as you want it. ❞ there it was, devotion offered up and nearly begging for him to reciprocate. he craves it, too. whatever this is to either one of them.

buy me dinner

      immediately clicks teeth at the sheer 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 , arms folding over his chest. ❛ put out, first. ❞ be promiscuous, at least, make it exciting. @ntzenin

Blood Manipulation is treasured as one of the Kamo clan's hereditary techniques. The reason for that is "Convergence," which compresses blood with high pressure, plus "Piercing Blood" and "Blood Blade." which are derived from that, giving it a well-balanced response in close, mid, and long range.

I want to date another goth boy. Sitting on his lap doing his eyeliner. Pride badges on leather jackets. Making out in an abandoned building. Going ghost hunting together. Sleeping under a dark moon and huddling for warmth in the coldest nights. Reading Poe by candle light and listening to the cure until the songs tattoo into our brains. (I am so fucking lonely)

➰+👐 ♥

      𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃, 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓. the man was surprisingly gentle, inspiring trust and always lending that smile to ease tension. hands which cradle his neck spiked blood flow, flustered cheeks blooming another shade. for a moment, they don't apply pressure merely gauging his reaction to their placement. soft sigh expelled, eyes arriving to a passive close and embracing the newly found sensation forming in his chest. that 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇 brimming over, seeping through veins and kindling pleasure. it seemed outlandish, arching as those fingers began to tighten, halting the breath in his throat to a sharp hitch. legs are folded over the other's thighs, squeezing around his waist and securing their bodies closer together. so daunting, having a weapon pressed to your skin / expecting it to graze, and not 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐌 you in its destructive wake.

      in truth, rather unspoken even to himself, choso reveled the amoral thought of punishment. as if this were deserved, and warranted to become even rougher from past misdeeds. but they were far more forgiving, those hands assumed monstrous and wracked with death. its namesake stifles, buried down and reverberating with a guttural 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 whine satoru. resonating behind darkened hues, embedded in his mind and ever praising this man as though it were an incantation. begging for more, anything to satiate this need for 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 . that belonging, for someone to want him in every shape and form possible. sounds are becoming stuttered, attempting to push harder into that unwavering grasp but being met with resistance. it's euphoric, but carries a temporary bitterness that aches in ones skull. @brazenlystrong

another bros au but they are dying from heat