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thump, thump, thump.

thump…

in the middle of the forest in wuwang hill, it’s always dark. when it storms, it storms madly, threatening to topple over trees and whatever’s left of the ruins scattered along the forest. but, like an unspoken blessing, tonight’s storm is rather kind. it does not do much to muffle the steady thumps of kazuha’s heart in scara’s ears. rain drops in a steady but slow stream, wind accompanying it just enough to make the tree branches and leaves rustle. the time between each flash of lightning and boom of thunder is only growing longer. scara feels grateful that the storm is drifting away, knowing how kazuha isn’t a fan of the ruckus– also knowing how terribly kazuha’s body tends to cope with getting wet in the rain. but again, tonight was kind to them, they haven’t gotten wet in this particular storm. they’ve managed to find cover under a crooked tree, such a flimsy cover that scara ended up sitting on kazuha’s lap for them to be able to fit.

now, he did suggest kazuha to sit on his lap instead. it was only logical since kazuha was the only one among them who could get their lower extremities frozen by the cold. but this logical offer and sound reasoning of his were met with nothing but a quiet chuckle, and here he is now, curling up in kazuha’s arms and listening to his heartbeat. one would think that he would get used to kazuha’s self-sacrificing tendencies by now, but scara has found that ten years together has only made him more stubborn to get through kazuha’s whims. tonight, his way of retaliation is turning up his own body heat, willing his mechanical body to produce warmth much higher than the average human’s body temperature. as kazuha holds onto him and cuddles him tight, while his heartbeat only slows and slows in scara’s ears; scara thinks he’s the winner of tonight.

human hearts are ever-changing. they respond to a variety of stimuli. considering how often scara has his ear pressed up against kazuha’s chest or any other of his pulse points, he had witnessed all kinds of changes in kazuha’s heart. it sped up so noticeably after getting up to mischief together, running and running for minutes on end before they collapse into each other in an embarrassing, giggling heap of limbs. then it would also race with the endorphin-high sex afterwards, sometimes the thump of it would sound louder to scara’s ears than thunder as kazuha feverishly thrusted into him. in complete contrast to those, the heartbeat tended to slow so much right when kazuha was falling asleep, and then a little bit more during his sleep; to the point that when kazuha closed his eyes, it almost sounded like kazuha’s heart was sleeping within kazuha’s ribcage too. 

but other than those momentary highs and lows, there were… long-term changes too.

scara has been counting this heartbeat for as long as he can remember. kazuha and he did not dance around each other as much as scara kind of wishes they did– no, their attraction was strangely and scarily instantaneous. the first time scara found himself with his head on the left side of kazuha’s chest, they’ve only known each other for a month. kazuha was twenty-five, at that fortunate age where most humans started to think that they have it all figured out. but his heart was still thumping fast in his ribcage, youthful and excitable. 

humans tend to not notice when things change gradually. something about slowly boiling a frog or whatever. but scara does, and over the past ten years, he’s been able to feel that kazuha’s heart was not beating as fast in his chest anymore. it was falling a beat short. maybe three…

it’s nothing for humans. they are frogs afterall. but scara isn’t in that boiling water, and ten years is nothing but less than two percent of his entire lifespan so far. out of all of these torturous years that he’s had to endure, he finally has something– a life that he somehow does not hate– and it currently only equates to two percent of his existence.

and the percentage is only going to go lower. 

he sighs. deep and long. in and out. he feels kazuha’s heartbeat liven up in his ears a bit, and he guesses that he may have prevented the human from falling asleep. he didn’t mean to do it, regretting it, but also… having kazuha stir against him distracts scara momentarily. reminds him of some things. he thinks of how many times kazuha had gently instructed him to breathe before, while he was in the middle of similar doomed thoughts, and he wonders if the human trained him into the habit somehow. could be. 

now more awake, kazuha also sighs, mirroring him. but his sigh sounds so content, sleepy even. he moves his arms around scara’s body, idly rubbing up and down, holding scara tighter, kissing his hair… but he doesn’t speak. they resume listening to the soft rain, and scara finds that hearing kazuha’s heartbeat lightly pick up in his ear as the human awakens fully is a nice thing right now. 

until the rain stops, they stay like that, pressed up against each other. scara later teases kazuha as they’re leaving, sarcastically asking him if his butt is frozen now or not. kazuha does not confirm the state of his butt but gives one of those soft chuckles again, opting to just extend his scarred hand to scara. 

kazuha has been the same height since they met, yet his body had changed so much in these past ten years. there was a big change, which was his hair growing out over time; currently it easily reached kazuha’s waist. but there were also relatively smaller changes, ones harder to notice with the naked human eye. the scars for one, have only increased in number, standing out more and more as kazuha’s skin tanned. when they held hands, kazuha’s hands were rougher now, more callused– holding hands was already a vulnerable act, but that feeling only grew tenfold over the past ten years for scara. human hands were the second most honest indicator of aging, right after the face. with the heightened sensitivity of fingertips and palms, it’s like scara could feel every year added to kazuha’s life like the subtle grooves and bumps on a piece of watercolor paper. except, again, he wasn’t a human and he knew this particular watercolor paper like the back of his hand… he could tell each new groove that got added in the past years, each new bump, each new scar, each new callus–

he feels kazuha’s gaze on him as they walk. he doesn’t look back. because, at this point, he knows painfully well that kazuha will just read his mind if he does. they walk towards wangshu inn since it looks like it will storm again a few more times this week. their walk is quiet… kazuha’s hand is warm in scara’s.

but the rain returns after a mere ten minutes– they’re in the middle of nowhere as it does. nowhere to take cover. the silhouette of wangshu inn is hovering in the distance, regrettably far. gentle droplets become a furious beating within a matter of seconds, so scara and kazuha break into a run. there are rather pathetic attempts to use scara’s hat as an umbrella, or to use their visions to get to the inn faster, but it’s futile. the harsh winds blow the raindrops in all directions, finding one way or the other to get them. at the end of it all, they end up soaked, droplets echoing along with their muddied footsteps when they finally reach wangshu inn.

kazuha’s breaths are racing as he comes to a stop just before the door, trying to shake the dirt and water out of his shoes. scara also reaches to get a grasp on his long white hair, trying to squeeze the water out of it. kazuha offers a small smile, which turns into a chuckle. his frail human body is already trembling, scara can see, yet his red eyes seem soft as always. kazuha said a couple of times that he did not enjoy thunderstorms, but he has a light mood to him today anyway. he mutters a soft thank you and places his hand on scara’s waist, leading the two of them inside. 

they may have found a roof to get under, but the challenges are not quite over… they have no mora whatsoever. 

when it comes to finding a place to stay, it would usually entitle some careful begging to the boss. but somehow, things progress differently today. they get a room based on verr goldet’s good mood alone, that mood perhaps provided by the tiny coincidence of them spotting xiao on the staircase and getting a small nod of head from him. the yaksha disappears merely two seconds after that little nod, but verr goldet still eagerly interrupts kazuha’s usual ‘we have no mora but we could–’ kind of talk. she begins to search for a room key to give to them.

which is… a first, to say the least. a mindblowing first. they’ve never lucked out like this before. 

then, if scara chooses to ignore the storm, tonight really is kind to them for some reason. it’s deeply suspicious of fate to bring nice things like this. scara hates to notice it and hates to acknowledge it, as it just fills his chest with discomfort and nerves. for now, he just focuses on the fact that they get to have a room tonight without having to run errands to earn it. he’s quite happy about that– just because he has infinite energy to spare does not mean he likes sparing it.

while kazuha briefly chats to verr goldet and grabs them a room key, a cat in the lobby nuzzles against scara’s ankles. it directs its cute manipulative gaze up at scara, meowing in expectation. scara doesn’t know what kind of expectation it is, but this cat should know that it’s a terrible mistake to have expectations in life. he was mostly trying to teach this lesson to the cat when he stuck his tongue out at it, but being caught by kazuha in the act was not in his plans. as he meets the deep, red, warm, honeyed gaze of his beloved–

“why are you sticking your tongue out at the cat?”

i hate him. after kazuha’s broadcast of the situation, verr goldet’s small laugh is heard, and– archons i hate him so much– of course scara makes it worse, “i’m not. you’re imagining things.”

scara is going to strangle him when they reach their room.

…when they reach their room, scara ends up postponing his plan in favor of taking a proper shower. the life of a traveler makes it very hard to come across a shower, let alone a good one, but the one in wangshu inn is good. better than good, even. he knows kazuha is sleepy but when he spots the tub in the bathroom, he just knows that he needs to abuse it– even if kazuha likely won’t join him.

after ten years, he can even tell exactly what kazuha will say: he will say that he wants to shower quickly and get under covers.

but scara still offers of course, since exceptions can always happen. 

“oh, no, i’d rather have a quick one and–”

“get under the blankets,” scara completes that sentence for him, nodding. “alright, you go first.”

kazuha smiles happily, that wide and soft smile of his that makes him look like a lovesick idiot, and he comes over to scara first before heading to the shower. knowing his habits, scara tilts his head, giving kazuha access to his cheek. the kiss lands in the exact way he’s used to. after that, kazuha is off.

kazuha’s shower is quick as always. he leaves with a towel around his waist and steam following him out of the bathroom. scara shamelessly takes all of him in, his flushed face and hands, water droplets getting stuck in the swell of his muscles. 

he was actually lean when they started dating– he was toned and some hidden muscle would show only when he flexed his body hard. but in these past ten years, all the hard work he put into his body was only piling up, his body was slowly getting plump with muscle. it only showed more each day, especially right after a shower. in this moment, it gives whiplash– despite scara’s lingering doomed thoughts, thirty five is young for a human. oh so young. it’s even less than what half of their current lifespan tends to be, an age where their bodies still function well and grow more than they… than they lose.

scara wonders when kazuha’s body will hit that milestone– the age where the body no longer grows, but begins to get smaller. there is a much more fitting word for that process, one that is much more explicit, but scara wills himself to not think of it right now. not when kazuha looks so beautiful, his hair a little darker with the weight of water, sending water droplets down his toned back as he turns for a moment to look for a hair towel. 

on accident, their eyes meet when kazuha turns again. for a moment he freezes with the towel in his hands, and scara feels like he fucked up. they made eye contact while he was thinking. now this empath cryptid will read his mind. he will open his mouth and flowers will come out until scara can do nothing but clutch onto him and sob against his chest.

nothing new. he has been doing that for ten years, getting scara to that place where he feels like a crumbling ruin– yet somehow, safe in kazuha’s arms nonetheless. it is certainly the most confusing feeling ever.

but none of that tonight, he negotiates with himself and his own annoying whims, reminding himself that tonight has been going well. let’s not jinx it and just focus on the damn tub. fuck, when was the last time we found a tub?

scara breaks eye contact quickly, busying himself with taking his outer clothes off to avoid kazuha a bit. he hopes and believes that the human won’t talk to him while he’s busy peeling of his kimono, pretending that his attention is there. he darts for the shower later, pulling the door shut after himself. he half-hopes that kazuha lets this one slide– scara doesn’t want to talk about this tonight.

well, he never wants to talk about things, but kazuha sort of possesses a talent to coax the words out of his mouth anyway.

he washes off all the rainwater and dirt off of himself first, before he fills the tub. because he plans to lounge in there for a while, rather than just using it to clean himself. as a seasoned wanderer of decades, he most definitely knows when to exploit a luxury when he sees one. he’s about ninety percent sure that it’ll be several months -or years even- before he comes across such a lavish shower room again. he’ll milk it for all it’s worth.

it really does feel nice to sink into warm water. there’s this notion floating around that humans love water because it reminds them of their mothers’ wombs– scara thinks that’s bullshit because he loves this stuff too. and he certainly didn’t come from a womb. if anything, his closest experience to this was momentarily getting swallowed by a colossal monster in the abyss. it was a lot more… biting, to say the least, with all the stomach acids and stuff involved, but it did not lead to him developing a distaste with being submerged in fluid. it ended up more in the direction of that monster developing a fear of eating, probably, after what scara had done to it in there.

finally, something nice to think about. he grins to himself for a moment before letting himself slide into the water fully– he doesn’t need to breathe afterall, and he likes how sound gets drowned out in there. it helps his mood.

maybe a little too much. he relaxes until his mind is drifting, almost dozing… when a sound pulls him back to reality. it’s the muted sound of a door closing. he pushes himself up in the tub then, resurfacing to find kazuha here with him now. the human lingers near the door, his hand still on the doorknob, a curious and thoughtful look in his eyes. scara figures that maybe he took too much time in here, he opens his mouth to say that he’ll be done in a few minutes–

but kazuha beats him to it, offering a careful question: “love, does your offer still stand?” 

oh. noticing that kazuha’s long hair was braided and pinned into a bun behind his head, scara quickly figures that the human must have come prepared. with warmth blooming somewhere inside his chest, scara offers a nod, the corners of his lips curving up. today just keeps on getting better, huh?

so kazuha joins him in the tub. 

with some shifting and splashing, they fit in together, kazuha settling behind scara and enveloping him from behind. since kazuha’s upper half is relatively dry and scara’s is not, scara doesn’t learn against him too much at first, but kazuha braces a gentle hand against his chest and pulls him close anyway. scara takes the message and leans back to relax against him, feeling kazuha kiss just beneath his ear. 

so close… he can feel kazuha’s heartbeat again. what a soothing thing that is.

“were you sleeping down there?” kazuha murmurs soon, his gentle hands drawing patterns along scara’s skin. his voice has a careful softness to it, a little bit too much softness even for him, that immediately gives away his concern bubbling underneath. 

this incomprehensible human is thinking about something again. scara can tell– just as quick as kazuha seems to be in figuring out his moods now. “got a bit too comfortable,” he says casually, while he puts his own hands atop kazuha’s. he means to offer similar caresses back to kazuha, an act of reciprocity, but he feels like this calms him too. there’s always something pleasing about feeling the creases of kazuha’s hands, the scar marks and slightly crooked fingers. how so very human. “what about you? why’d you get back up?”

that breezy voice gives a rather dramatic answer, “i missed you.”

scara laughs in turn, a short breath out of his nose. “how pathetic,” he says, his initial response, but something else comes to him later: “why not tell me to come to bed instead?”

“that’s what i came to do,” kazuha admits then, nuzzling against the side of scara’s face. “but you looked very peaceful. i had a change of mind.”

at this, scara turns his head to try and look at him, feeling more sure that something is cooking under kazuha’s tongue. instead of playing the game of ‘wait for him to find a way to question me’ , he chooses to take matters into his own hands: “alright, spill. you have something on your mind. what is it?”

to this day, even at the age of thirty five, kazuha’s red eyes get round like a startled cat’s when he’s surprised. while the man is apt at reading other people’s thoughts and feelings, he seems to be perpetually astounded about scara’s talent to do the same thing back to him. 

but scara can tell this is something that matters to him. whenever he sees through kazuha like this, there’s always a vulnerable little expression first, before kazuha comes closer to him no matter where he may be, trying to touch him in any way. now too, this pattern continues: before kazuha even says anything, he leans close to lightly peck scara’s lips. 

scara returns the kiss softly, very much enjoying the flowery scent that clings to kazuha after the shower. but even underneath the artificial bodywash, kazuha always has a nice scent to himself. his body’s own scent. it is almost like a drug, making all of scara’s body lose tension whenever he presses close to kazuha and inhales it in. such a warm and welcoming thing, as if having a home of one’s own and returning to it with every embrace.

a home of one’s own… what a strange thought.

“i was thinking about you,” kazuha’s soft voice falls on scara’s lips, while careful hands caress scara’s skin. “you’ve been quieter today. your gaze was often low and unfocused, like your mind was wandering. and just now, you looked kind of upset. is everything alright?”

oh, now what? scara mindlessly swallows, throwing his gaze somewhere else. “it’s nothing. just…” his voice drops lower in his throat, a slight rasp coming out, “...the usual.”

it’s not a very thought-out answer. scara isn’t even sure what he wants kazuha to make of it. but kazuha doesn’t put any more questions in the air. this might be a grand speculation on scara’s part but, somehow, it looks like kazuha may have understood exactly what kind of ‘usual’ he’s talking about. it’s not above his capabilities to figure out such things. especially after spending so much time with scara.

ten years is a long time, afterall.

for humans.

“let me ease your mind.” kazuha murmurs, coming closer, his sunset eyes getting deeper. scara gets lost in them, hypnotised by their conviction and beauty. soon, only an inch of distance persists between them, kazuha’s way of asking. when scara offers a small blink of approval, kazuha closes that last inch too. a he kisses the corner of scara’s lips, a fleeting thought crosses scara’s mind, ease my mind how? he is familiar with some of kazuha’s techniques when it comes to soothing him, but he’s unsure what kind of path things will take today. 

but he follows kazuha’s lead thoughtlessly, his lashes fluttering shut when kazuha’s lips move to directly press against his own. oh, how warm kazuha is, how he is so insistently here. despite everything, his presence itself is a protest against all of scara’s lingering fears, like the stubborn dandelions that rise through the cracks in stone. ever defiant.

and scara likes that thought, he likes the thought of his lover being one that defies fate. because he knows deep down that fate isn’t kind. never. not to him.

but kazuha is. he is kind in how he holds scara, in how slowly and carefully he moves; like he may as well been handling delicate china. a violent contradiction to how scara was used to have his body handled. 

was. even that in itself is a big deal.

a kiss becomes two, two becomes three, the flow of time forgotten as they brush against each other’s lips. kazuha’s hand settles on scara’s neck, thumb caressing his cheek, lulling his mind into pleasant nothingness. that hand soon shifts a little further behind, fingertips brushing against the marking on scara’s nape. it carries shivers up scara’s body, he melts into that touch. he turns slightly in the water, coming to a more comfortable position in kazuha’s embrace, leaning against him fully. some of kazuha’s hair falls out of the bun and frames his face, brushing past scara’s cheeks, tickling them. 

in one of their breaks where kazuha quietly catches his breath, scara brings up a hand, tucking a strand of silvery hair behind kazuha’s ear. kazuha’s pale lashes flutter a bit when a drop of water lands on his cheek, it makes scara’s chest tighten as if there’s something in there that can skip a beat. elegant, he thinks, thoughtlessly admiring kazuha’s features. despite all his worries today… still youthful. 

a pure white dove, so full of life. 

one day… he will fly away from my hands, but–

kazuha’s eyes glimmer. he pulls scara to his lips again. 

deeper… kazuha’s arms tighten around scara, sending ripples around their bodies. his hand presses at scara’s nape to deepen the kiss, a touch of fever in his movements. his lips are soft against scara’s– only his upper lip has a scar on the right side, a small dip that brushes against scara’s lips whenever they kiss like this. scara is unspeakably endeared by it. the memory of kazuha getting that cut on his lip is very fresh to him, even if it’s been a long time. he vividly remembers how he kissed it and licked the blood off of it. how sweet it was…

they go further. kazuha's kisses slip down to scara's jaw, to his neck, tracing over damp skin. scara mindlessly tilts his head to make room for him. with his hands also moving along scara's skin, scara is starting to realise what kazuha's plan may be. well, it's definitely something that has worked in the past.

and he's definitely not against it right now. he never gets tired of feeling those hands roam all across his skin, gentle in their exploration. today too, he softly hums into the kiss while a hand cups below a breast. he lowers his hand too, touching kazuha's thigh under the water, caressing lightly. 

“is this okay?” kazuha asks quietly, his voice in harmony with the heavy rain outside. when scara nods, his other hand comes to scara's chest too, falling into a light motion of massaging. those fingers spread the gloss of water along the half of scara’s breasts that are above water, thumbs slowly swirling around hardening nipples.

it almost feels like he is more focused on making scara relax, rather than making him aroused. but this somehow arouses scara more, heat dusting his cheeks, along with the pleasant tingling sensation blooming on his chest. as he enjoys the sweet attention, he tilts his head up to chase kazuha's lips, letting out a small sound when they reconnect. 

kissing, shifting against each other, nuzzling closer… it doesn’t take too long before the shower room starts to warm up, despite the water slowly cooling around them. kazuha is the one to break the question, “should we get out?” 

“mm,” scara nods mindlessly, pushing himself up a bit, looking at kazuha carefully. “are you cold?”

just a smile and shake of head. highly doubtable, though.

so they move, water dripping down their bodies as they help each other out. kazuha grabs a towel from the corner on their way out of the bathroom, following scara to the bed and bending down slightly to drape the towel across his head. with careful shuffles, he pats the water out of scara’s hair, a somewhat amused expression on his face.

as the towel comes to a stop on top of scara’s head, with kazuha’s hands cupping it from the sides; kazuha’s lingering smile turns into a small chuckle. “cute.”

scara huffs, his eyes flicking around for a moment. he sees his vision on the drawer right next to the bed, lying side by side with kazuha’s. it’s close enough… so he sends a gust of anemo towards kazuha’s direction, to blow his hair around in retort. the vision flashes teal, while the markings on scara’s body light up blue from within. kazuha’s eyes land on the markings right away, his focus mostly drifting to them, rather than scara’s wrath. unsatisfied, scara blows anemo at him once more, which results in him being pressed flat onto the bed in the next second. 

kazuha’s lips stretch into a mirthful smile as he’s climbing on top of scara. his eyes twinkle with excitement– he pulls at the towel from both sides and tugs scara all the way to his lips. scara means to groan and huff more against his lips, but for some reason it comes out as a soft whine when kazuha kisses him deeper. he shudders, warmth climbing up to his cheeks, that warmth worsening with the quiet moan that kazuha lets out. 

“you’re easily provoked,” scara breathes when he’s freed, taking in kazuha’s dilated eyes and parted lips. kazuha only gives a smile and a wink in turn, which is unbearable, because it makes scara’s mind kind of short circuit. 

they move, scooting back on the bed together, ending up in the middle. that is when kazuha lowers himself down while parting scara’s legs with a gentle push of his hand, pressing against him fully. they embrace each other– with kazuha lightly grinding his hips down into scara’s, meeting each other’s lips with shared sounds of pleasure. their sounds mix in with the heavy storm outside, the dim room getting a slight bit brighter with the increasing glow of scara’s markings. they try to get a rhythm going, but admittedly this doesn’t go well. scara didn’t quite dry himself properly, so there’s some awkward friction. he ends up squirming and shifting his hips around with slight discomfort, trying to find a pleasurable spot. 

kazuha also notices the problem, and pulls back from scara’s lips. knowing him, scara foresees what he’ll do and clings onto his neck when he tries to move lower. “don’t.”

“why not?” kazuha mutters innocently, blinking up at scara. 

scara doesn’t know why not, either, to be honest. maybe it’s just a reflex for him at this point. he fumbles for an excuse, “i– um–”

he doesn’t find one in time. a playful smirk gets thrown his way, and kazuha continues to descend, despite scara’s halfhearted attempt to keep him in place. a shiver crosses his thighs when he sees kazuha tuck the free strands of his hair behind his ear, kissing his way down scara’s stomach. “i love this part,” kazuha chuckles from beneath, seemingly teasing him, but scara kind of sees through that. kazuha’s red eyes are very attentive towards him, especially when he’s teasing like this, making sure that scara is indeed enjoying it. 

because admittedly, scara wasn’t the best at receiving this kind of thing. often, in the beginning, he feels like making kazuha do this for him is wrong, but–

he gasps as kazuha moves lower, his hands uselessly reaching down to grasp kazuha’s shoulders. warm kisses fall on his core and he arches already, dragging his heels back on the bed as his legs curl closer to his body. kazuha isn’t particularly slow about it, slipping his fingers between scara’s folds to part them, flicking his tongue across his swelling clit. scara throws his head to the side, one of his hands slapping on the sheets to grab it tight. “ah– f-fu– mhn–”

kazuha does not bother with doing a clean job at all. wet sounds echo in the room as he eats scara out in earnest, scara’s entire head feels like it’s burning from the sheer embarrassment of hearing those sounds. his clit throbs under kazuha’s skilled tongue, and he thinks he’s going to finish if this keeps going on for ten more seconds maybe, which would be pathetic beyond belief. for that, he doesn’t know if he should whine or feel relieved when kazuha stops for a moment. the pause is the only reason scara can suck in a deep breath and actually look down– before, his head was perpetually thrown back on the bed from kazuha’s merciless attack. 

but a whole body shudder goes through him when he finally sees kazuha. how he is flushed too, pretty red scattered across his cheeks, eyes deep with pupils dilated so wide that it turns his bright sunset eyes into blood red. his tongue is stuck out, a string of saliva connecting it to scara’s clit. he licks his lips while scara swallows hard at the sight, his markings suddenly flashing even brighter than before. and now that he’s looking, kazuha makes sure to put on a show, his piercing gaze fixed on scara as he scatters more kisses against scara’s flushed folds. he roams down to the slicked entrance next, his hands clasping around scara’s thighs at this point because scara jolts from how sensitive he is. 

“ugh, y-you– it’s already–” he tries to form some words, only to get drowned in the most pathetic whimper this world has ever seen when kazuha’s tongue presses at his entrance, very much trying to push its way in. 

and it does push its way in, scara’s mouth falling open uselessly with a deep moan while a throb of pleasure crosses his clit. he’s already worked up to the point that sparks of sensitivity travel everywhere beneath his skin, his body threatening to come undone even without kazuha touching his clit directly. it’s certainly not out of question– it happened before.

many times.

“i’m– hahh..! almost–” he fumbles to warn kazuha, squirming more as kazuha’s tongue only pushes deeper. even from down there, he finds room to direct his deep gaze up at scara, eyes hooded and glazed over as he moans softly against scara’s slick folds. the moan makes scara tremble to his core, his back arching like bow. he squirms on the bed, nearly ripping the sheets in his death grip while kazuha continues to slurp up his slick down there. he makes it abundantly clear that he enjoys that, hums and deep moans coming out of him, sending shocks of pleasure up scara’s spine. the dam breaks at some point and scara begins to rush out, “c-close, mm– close close close…”

his eyes lose focus, his breath falling shorter and shorter until he kind of chokes. just when he’s reaching his peak, his eyes rolling back, he feels kazuha stop between his legs. incomprehensibly, the pleasure rapidly fades from between his legs, forcing a mortifying whimper out of him. and he hardly swallows down more whimpers. he tries to get a grip, running a hand through his hair, seeing his fingers tremble as he goes. 

a small laugh comes from below. scara looks over to find kazuha smiling up at him, something between teasing and endeared. one of his hands have gone lower, wrapped around his shaft. he’s very much hard and leaking. as he spreads precum along himself with slow strokes, scara swallows, a wave of fire crossing his body. 

“i can finish you if you want,” kazuha offers quietly, that teasing glow in his eyes softening. looking at his lips and chin shining with slick, highlighting his pretty reddened lips, scara feels his head spin a bit. he hooks a hand to kazuha’s nape, yanking him down without even bothering to answer his question. 

their mouths crash together, scara humming against kazuha’s lips while kazuha shuffles closer and settles between his legs. excitement races up scara’s spine, even more so when he notices kazuha blindly pat around for a pillow. he finds one and pulls it closer, lifting scara’s hips to fit the pillow beneath. 

“getting serious, are we,” scara murmurs against his lips, internally cursing at the small shake in his voice. he needs to get a grip. it’s been ten years, and he still can’t control himself when kazuha does this to him… “you said you’d make me feel better, are you planning to follow up on that?”

“mm-hm. precisely, love,” kazuha presses close to him, bringing his cock to scara’s slickened folds. he teases his way along scara’s slit, all the way down until he reaches the entrance, pushing against it. scara shudders against the ministrations, his breath held in while kazuha just toys with him. “let me know if it hurts.”

scara hums absently. the tip slips in, pulling similar gasps from the two of them. kazuha moves based on the resistance, pushing in the first few inches relatively smoothly, only coming to a stop in the middle. scara had tightened around him a little, but it was purely from the bliss of feeling himself slowly get filled up. that sensation from earlier returns, warmth and tingling pleasure throbbing between his legs. he feels kazuha press down on one of his thighs, his hand making an impression on the malleable flesh, sweet nothings falling from his lips. 

his voice alone is a relaxant. scara lets out a deep breath, some tension leaving his body. he hooks a leg behind kazuha’s hips, urging him closer. his lips part with pleasure as kazuha continues to sink deeper inside him. he brushes against a tender spot before he’s even fully in, making scara’s hips twitch up a little, his leg wrapping tighter around kazuha. he mindlessly covers his lips with the side of his fingers, trying to hold back all the sounds that threaten to spill out. 

his body feels like livewire. he’s twitching, sensitive all over. every new inch of kazuha brushing inside of him makes him shudder. the throbs of pleasure from before never ceased, and–

kazuha goes all the way in, his tip hitting something inside. and scara is throwing his head back at the same moment, a gasp tearing its way out of his throat when an orgasm slams into him. he feels himself violently clench around kazuha, hearing a strangled moan in turn. kazuha’s hand darts for scara’s neglected arousal, fingers slipping between scara’s folds to rub against his clit. it makes scara’s situation ten times worse, breathless whines and broken whimpers spilling from his lips while he reaches forward to grasp kazuha’s wrist for dear life. “f-fuck! mmh–” his body trembles like a leaf on the bed, tears gathering in his eyes, “ahh…”

“easy,” kazuha murmurs, his hand soothing along scara’s thigh. his thumb works around scara’s clit, still wringing the sudden orgasm out of him, while his eyes watch scara like a hawk. he doesn’t move his hips, and scara kind of wishes he did, but it’s easy to figure that he’s holding back because it might hurt if he suddenly moves right now. but it’s not a bother. this is already too much. it always feels incomprehensibly good… to be filled up all the way by kazuha. it almost feels too good, reducing scara’s critical thinking skills into a puddle of mud on the ground. “easy now… hmm… good boy.”

the words make scara’s breath hitch. he looks up at kazuha with startled eyes while kazuha softly smiles down at him, all loving and adoring. it’s much like staring directly into the sun. scara looks away quickly, a heavy flush burning his face. his markings have gotten so bright that it illuminates the entire room, casting bright blue hues all around the sheets and the furniture strewn about. 

“do you want more?” kazuha asks, making scara snap his gaze back to him.

“d-don’t stop,” he pushes out, his leg still wrapped insistently around kazuha. “you didn’t finish.”

kazuha’s hand keeps caressing scara’s thigh, a subtle hitch to his breath. seeing his intense gaze, the desire written all over his features, scara feels like he can hardly wait. he still feels so sensitive inside, but the desire to have kazuha get moving is becoming rather carnal. it’s a bit heart-dropping when kazuha doesn’t agree right away, “it doesn’t matter. i’ll take care of it if you’re done.”

“no, no,” scara says, with rush as he knows that kazuha fully means it. there have been some instances in the past where scara didn’t want to do this, and kazuha was true to his word. he never asked for more than what was given to him. but thankfully, he almost always tended to give what was asked of him… “i w-want it. i want you to, please.”

it’s always a bit… vulnerable, to utter that last ‘please’. but in these past years, scara came to find out that when it comes to kazuha, it’s less of a weakness for him to say that, and more of a weapon.

a weapon that fills scara with many unexplainable emotions. 

because, how surprising. for once, someone listens to me without me striking fear into their hearts. for once, someone listens to me when i say “please”.   

that someone only says, “...can you handle me?”

scara takes his bottom lip between his teeth, nodding, nodding eagerly in ways that he would rather not admit. but maybe that’s a tad too pathetic. he tries to salvage the situation: “when couldn’t i take you, huh? don’t underestimate me, kaedehara.”

and scara knows all of kazuha’s expressions by heart now– he knows what it roughly means when kazuha’s eyes narrow like that, sharpening them into the eyes of a fox that should probably be feared. it’s not quite the expression of ‘oh, you’ve done it now’ but more like an expression of… ‘ oh, i know what you want.’

next moment, kazuha’s hands are gripping his hips, urging scara to also grip the bedsheets himself. his breaths stutter as kazuha withdraws, painfully slow about it in his first thrust, meeting scara’s hips gently and watching for responses. in the meantime, scara feels him delightfully bury all the way back inside, caressing all the good spots and filling him up. already, he pants softly, half out of anticipation. they didn’t prepare too much tonight, so it’s a tight fit, yet scara is so obscenely wet that it defies all odds and overrides any possible pain. once they both notice this, kazuha leans all the way down into scara’s personal space, his arm slithering its way beneath scara’s body to hold him while he angles their hips. 

“ah–!” scara’s nails dig into the sheets when kazuha starts up a rhythm, rocking his hips, carving a space for himself inside scara. stuck between holding his whines back and controlling his erratic breaths, scara squirms on the bed, a shudder shooting up his body when kazuha buries himself all the way in and stays there for a moment. “f-fuck, mm…”

kazuha nuzzles against scara’s chest, kissing along the inner side of a breast and humming in delight, “mmn… you feel… so good.”

“p-please,” the word forces itself out of scara’s lips before he can think about it, catching even him off guard. but now that he has started… the rest comes out rather smoothly, “rough… be rough with me.”

scara doesn’t need to repeat that again for tonight. kazuha shoots him a deep look, before he wordlessly slides out of him and slams his way back inside with a wet squelch, sending scara gasping as he feels kazuha’s cock brush past that sensitive spot inside. then more comes with no warning, kazuha’s hands gripping him tightly as he moves scara on his cock and meets him with his own thrusts. and it’s just what scara wanted, his mouth falling open with the euphoria of it. his breaths hitch and race as they move together, his head tilting back with shaky moans.

kazuha’s lips ghost over the glowing marking on his chest. scara shudders from the sensation, his head spinning a little whenever kazuha’s quiet moans and shaky whines brush against his skin. 

“ah, my beloved…” kazuha’s lips weave kind words while his hips set a brutal pace, “my fated…” he kisses scara’s chest, up his collarbones. more tears gather at scara’s eyes and slide down, his nails clawing down kazuha’s back as he arches into the dizzying pleasure. he bounces on the bed with every ram of kazuha’s cock deep inside him, his wet hole swallowing each thrust greedily, the sound of their skin slapping together drowning out the raindrops. he arches and twists on the bed, coming undone in kazuha’s strong and gentle hands. all the while kazuha’s angelic voice whispers to him, “my spirit, my muse, my heart.”

your…

scara gasps, molten heat churning beneath his skin. he clenches around kazuha, pulling a moan out of him– just then, a flash of white consumes the room. for a second, scara sees all of kazuha’s colors, how his hair glows bright white and red, how his tanned skin glimmers. right away, out of habit, he reaches out with shaky hands to cup kazuha’s ears; a mere second before thunder booms. 

it’s so loud, almost as if it broke out right above them. despite scara’s hands pressing tightly on his ears, kazuha still flinches a bit, brows furrowing a bit. almost like the sound was too loud for him… of course it was. 

“got you.” scara mutters under his breath, pulling him closer. he brushes their lips together, letting out a soft hum when kazuha presses harder against his lips and his tongue slips into scara’s mouth. kazuha falls deeply into the kiss, groaning, whimpers coming to his lips. they taste each other messily while kazuha drinks up scara’s moans, fucking him faster, harder. scara loses himself in it, head falling back, fingers unintentionally tightening around kazuha’s head, pulling on his hair. it’s not long before kazuha’s long hair spills all around him, the shorter strands falling freely, the one long braid unfurling down to his back. scara is going to lose his mind.

he bites on kazuha’s lip next, the plushness of it sending ecstasy through him. he does everything in his power to make kazuha lose himself too– make him take, take and take until scara can’t take it. “mmhn, h-ha… haha,” he pushes out, trying his damn best to lace his voice with superiority. “n–not bad, kaedehara.”

that does it. kazuha’s hands take a hold of scara’s hair, tilting his head back while his cock suddenly slams hard inside. as a moan gets punched out of scara, kazuha’s mouth roams his neck and settles on a spot to suck on. his rough thrusts fall square on scara’s sweet spot, his teeth biting into scara’s skin and marking him. with this angle, his cock harshly grazes the spot that makes scara see stars. with another building release, he lets go completely. he melts against the sheets, incoherent moans and pleas steaming out of his lips, his mind so blissfully empty. not a single thought while kazuha fucks him hard enough to rock the bed, mixing concerning grunts of wood and metal among the room. 

kazuha’s hands hold him tighter– his rhythm becomes brutal, his body tensing against scara’s, deep and breathless moans falling out of him. he bites into the other side of scara’s neck, “gods, i… mm, i love you…” he breathes, fiery passion to his voice. “i love you, i love you, ah…”

“inside,” scara whines, before kazuha even makes the warning. he doesn’t need to. scara can tell. he’s long lost his grip, just blabbering now, “i-inside me, please, ah, please–!”

this is when scara clings onto kazuha and claws along his back because kazuha somehow goes faster, only letting out a filthy moan while scara marks him up with his nails. a few more hard thrusts and suddenly kazuha’s hips snap deep inside, a low moan rumbling in his chest. scara lets out a sharp cry, his voice echoing off the walls as kazuha’s warmth fills him up. kazuha rides out the orgasm with breathless whines, his cock twitching and spurting out more cum inside scara. there’s so much– scara whimpers as he feels it drip out of him, his leg tightening around kazuha.

their gasps mingle together as their rocking bodies slowly come to a stop, the room suddenly quieter when the sounds of their sloppy thrusts cease, leaving behind only the insistent rain. 

scara holds kazuha tight and close, feeling the human’s chest rise and fall rapidly, his warm breaths fanning against scara’s neck. when scara presses his lips deeply against kazuha’s heated skin, he feels a racing pulse within, melting as a sweet sensation floods him. how alive. so youthful, so warm-blooded, so full of life.

his lips tug against kazuha’s skin, his arms holding kazuha even tighter–

enough to hear kazuha choke a bit, “beloved–” he pushes out, his hand loosely wrapping around scara’s arm to contain him. “easy…” a smile slips into his voice, “...don’t break my neck.”

and scara keeps grinning. “i’ll consider it.” 

with scara’s graceful permission, kazuha pulls back a little, bracing his arms on the bed to look down at scara. very carefully. whatever he’s looking for, he seems to find it, a warm smile blooming on his face. it reaches his eyes, brightening them up, making those pretty creases appear at the corners. “feeling better?”

“mm.” scara nods, tugging him down for a quick peck on the lips. he whispers, “thank you.”

“always, my love.” he kisses his way down scara’s cheek, nuzzling into him. with how they’re tangled up with each other… it seems likely that they’re not moving anytime soon. “but let us have a nice, long talk later… when you feel ready. alright?”

there’s no escaping his attentive eyes. well, scara has no choice here, does he? with a small sigh, he offers a nod. maybe he’ll never get used to being read so easily like this…

but he does appreciate how kazuha is always patient about it, how he gives him some time to find his words. it’s very much needed. sometimes it takes him several days to figure out what he’s feeling, and then several more days to put it into words. 

“good boy,” another soft kiss. the pet name makes scara internally squirm, not only because of how sweet it sounds coming out of kazuha’s lips, but also because of how it makes him feel deep inside. he would rather… question that feeling later, too. he’s been postponing it for ten years, surely he can keep going.

silence falls between them soon. they rest in each other’s warmth, two bodies having melted into one. scara remembers something from earlier, something kazuha thoughtlessly blabbered during sex, and it makes his face heat up yet again.

“kazuha,” he murmurs, only to be interrupted by lightning. while he brings up his hands to cover kazuha’s ears once more, he continues anyway, “i love you too…” when the booming thunder comes, he lets it drown out his voice, whispering: “too much.” 

he feels kazuha hold him tighter, lips pressing a soft kiss against his neck. he doesn’t say anything, graciously allowing scara to delude himself into thinking that maybe he didn’t hear it afterall… but his ears certainly grow warmer under scara’s hands. scara caresses the warm softness of them mindlessly, diligently ignoring the matching flush climbing up his own neck.

the night continues just like this: with shared warmth and gentle rain. they soon drift off to sleep, both of them none the wiser about the sound complaint that will be coming their way in the next morning.