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(adj.) mysterious and entrancing, beyond ordinary understanding.
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The night was cool, the moonlight beckoning through the windows, touching every speck of the room like glitter. The boy sat on his bed, silent, tugging on the deep magenta locks over his face. He bit his lip slightly, his mind wandering in and out of his thoughts. They weren’t necessarily wrong of him, but they felt like it. Nobody as filthy as him should think of anyone like that, especially his lover, who cared for him so dearly.
What sort of monster am I?
It was so obvious that it was hard to ignore his desperation for Tatsumi. But he was showering right now; it wouldn’t take so long. Yet each moment tore Mayoi apart, his body feeling increasingly disgusted with each longing form of affection replayed in his mind. God, if he could only find some courage in him, he’d find any way to initiate it himself, yet… so much was weighing him down, his frail bones unable to carry the weight of his thoughts. He curled into a tight ball, looking out the window to see the stars shining down on him. It was a magnificent sight, but was it really for him?
Did he deserve to be blessed like this?
His mind immediately settled when he felt the bed sink beneath him, arms snaking around his waist. He turned slightly to see the mint-haired boy smiling back at him, amethyst eyes striking his heart.
“I’m back, Mayoi-san~” Tatsumi’s voice was soft and delicate as if angel wings were wrapped around Mayoi’s rotting corpse, attempting to save him. “Did you miss me?” He spoke again, bringing his lover closer to him.
Mayoi shrieked a bit from shock but settled down, “I-I missed you, Tattsun~ I know it was only for a minute, but-”
Tatsumi left a gentle kiss against Mayoi’s jawbone, causing him to shudder, “No matter, it was hurting even for me~ I love being in your presence.”
And that’s what Mayoi couldn’t understand. His mind and heart fought at it again, trying to differentiate between sensibility and his own emotions. He turned over to face Tatsumi, resting his hand on his cheek. Eventually, he spoke his voice low, barely a whisper.
“But why?”
He was expecting some form of annoyance, with him asking the same questions repeatedly. Yet, Tatsumi only looked at him puzzled, smiling gently, “Starlight, you know the answer to that~” He sat up to lift Mayoi onto his lap, taking his hand and pressing his lips against his knuckles. “I would do anything for you, trust me, anything .
Mayoi’s face flushed, yet he was comfortable with his small forms of intimacy.
His voice was tiny, slightly louder than a whisper, “T-tattsun? Am I able to tell you something?”
Tatsumi gently slid his hands in the boy’s hair, comforting him, “Tell me anything, dear. I’ll listen.”
“Uhm..” Mayoi took a deep breath, looking down at Tatsumi’s hands. “I value you greatly, Tatsumi-san. You’re caring and sweet, and you do everything to protect me. I saw myself as dirty, twisted, and cruel, but you’ve cleansed me. I feel lighter with your presence, safer, calmer, like a real person. T-Tatsumi, if I want to l-learn to love, I want to love with you, if that’s uhm okay.”
Tatsumi looked at him, shocked, unaware that he had affected Mayoi this much. The amount of love Mayoi allowed to spill from his soul made Tatsumi’s heart soar.
He takes Mayoi’s hands to his face again, kissing them softly, “This, Mayoi-san, Is my promise to you; I will protect you now and forever.”
“T-tatsumi sa~an! You’re too kind♡.”
Tatsumi kisses Mayoi’s cheek, a feeling so feathery, “I told you before, dear, you’re allowed to call me Tattsun. It’s quite a cute nickname.”
“Only if you agree just to call me Mayoi,” His smile sends Tatsumi to what seems like heaven. The amount of safety he finally feels, the love this poor boy in front of him has never experienced. Tatsumi was giving him life. He finally pressed a kiss onto his lips, simple yet soft, gently enough for him to enjoy these small moments.
“Do you like it when I kiss you like that, Mayoi?” Tatsumi was interrupted as Mayoi leaned in to kiss Tatsumi again, and again, and again, falling in love deeper with each kiss, craving something he’d never had before. Tatsumi couldn’t get any more words in, his face fading into a deep red. When he finally pulls away, he whispers close to Tatsumi’s ear, “Does this answer your question~♡”
Once Tatsumi finally regained his breath, he spoke, his voice still shaky, “I have three small words for you if you’re ready to hear them?”
“Mayoi nodded, leaning closer to Tatsumi, his eyes fueled with passion as his lover spoke.
“Mayoi, I love you so much. You are all that and more. I only wish to make you happy and to protect that happiness. I have the deepest of love, for this love is one that only you can feel. I want to be by your side, and I want to help protect your heart and mine. I want to make you happy, Mayoi. I want to show you happiness that you have never felt before.”
Mayoi leaves another kiss lingering on the boy’s lips, “That was more than three words, but it was just as sweet, darling.”
Looking at Mayoi with a loving glance, he blushes, “Can we keep these moments to ourselves? I want to share such small yet intimate moments with just each other.”
Mayoi exchanges the same affection stare, “I’d want it no other way.”
Tatsumi’s face feels hotter, locking his lips with the elegant sight before him, not pulling away. Mayoi kisses him back deeper, savoring it, kissing him over and over again, taking what he’s always wanted. Their breaths get more shallow, a heat rising within them. Mayoi slowly loses his breath, yet his thoughts take over him, tasting his lover like honey, letting his hands wander Tatsumi’s body.
Tatsumi lets out a surprised gasp, his mind beginning to fog, his own hands wrapping around Mayoi’s hips. Their minds are lost in desire, letting it take over them. Mayoi lets his hands trail lover on the angel’s body, his touch almost feeling sinister, as they snake closer down towards his lower abdomen. He leans over him; the kisses become more and more passionate. Everything feels wrong to Mayoi, yet it’s a desire he’s craved for so long. Tatsumi’s aware it feels wrong…but a good sense of wrong. The wrong that makes his heart race so rapidly. The wrong that allows himself to grow louder with each touch.
All Tatsumi’s desires, Mayoi takes from him, feeding on his lover’s
passion, love, desires. He consumes it whole; he doesn’t let go of the kiss; his hands reach even lower, caressing Tatsumi’s body, feeding off of him. His thoughts are overpowering, taking all from him, tasting more. It’s too much, but it feels fantastic. Every moment feels perfect as if their bodies and souls are one together, nothing else in this moment.
Mayoi continues to take more from the boy, succumbing to his deep desires. It’s wrong, it’s so wrong, yet he takes everything he has. He doesn’t stop kissing him, hands exploring every inch of his body, squeezing every ounce of desire out of him, Leaving Tatsumi helpless, nothing but a pure soul corrupted by a demon like himself. The so-called “corruption” overwhelms him, yet it only makes him want more, fueling his body with desire and a sense of sweet ecstasy. Despite Tatsumi’s wholesome heart, he gives in to Mayoi’s control.
Mayoi realizes this, hastily pulling away, “I’m sorry, I went too far. You wanted things to go slow, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to—“
Even just staring at Mayoi could make Tatsumi feel his touch lingering. “You took all of me, and I feel nothing but pure desire. You should not be sorry; I enjoyed every second of it. It was wrong, but It felt so pure. I want it to happen again, if that’s okay?”
Mayoi was starting to tremble slightly, “I-it was wrong of me. I s-shouldn’t control you. I-I don’t want to corrupt someone as pure as yourself. M-my thoughts are dirty, sinful, disgusting, n-nothing for you.”
Mayoi’s shaking words don’t phase his lover. Maybe because he wants this, it feels right to lose himself to Mayoi, “This is a strange feeling, but it feels good. I want you to be corrupted in a sense, don’t you see? You cannot corrupt someone who enjoys being corrupted. I want to take you into that state with me, Mayoi.”
Mayoi still trembles, seeing what he’s done to his angel, “I’m sorry I ruined something so pure like yourself.”
Tatsumi pulled himself closer, kissing him gently, his smooth and elegant voice comforting him, “I am far from pure, darling. I want to be corrupted; I’m tired of being nothing but a saint. Let me fall with you. Let us take everything we’ve desired. It can be wrong, let it be wrong. Give into your selfish desires.”
He leaves a trail of kisses alongside Mayoi’s neck, feeling the heat of his skin on his lips, “There is a difference between corruption and true desire, my dear. To me, this was not corruption. It’s just a mere two souls becoming one. All our desires met on the same grounds, and we both found happiness. I want to do this again, Mayoi. I truly do. Will you be my partner in sin, my darling?”
Mayoi is at a loss for words, his body heat rising with each kiss left by Tatsumi, each word whispered like a prayer. He feels his body melting beneath such a bright angel.
“I want…to be able to love,” he finally managed to let out in a hushed breath, “I want to fill my heart with our affection.”
Tatsumi smiled, letting his hands caress the boy’s corrupt body, leading up to his neck, and finally lifting his chin, “Love I will give you. Your heart, your body, will be filled with love all from me, dear,” his voice trails off into a whisper as he pulls away slightly, “You are mine, and I am yours... My sinister lover.”
Hearing such words from Tatsumi only fuels Mayoi’s mind with more desire, feeling the heat of his presence, “I love you, my saint. Please, show me bliss.”
Tatsumi leans back to kiss him, their lips interlaced in sync. Tatsumi’s hands wander around Mayoi’s fragile body, feeling him flinch and whine underneath him. He leans into his ear, a whisper barely audible, “Let me tell you, darling. All your sins... I will wash them away. All your imperfections... I will fill them with only love. My heart and soul have only love for you. Are you ready for it?”
Tatsumi’s touch overwhelms Mayoi’s senses, but it feels heavenly, more than he could imagine, “Cleanse me, my darling, free me from the sin that clings onto my soul~.♡”
His touches fueled with more and more desire. Tatsumi feels it’s wrong, but he gives in; his mission is to free the devil from sin. To let him experience love. His kisses get even more profound, Hearing the deep sound of his lover’s passion deep in his throat, resonating within him.
The two break from the kiss; their breaths are shallow, feeling the warmth of their longing for one another.
“Mayoi, am I truly an angel to you?”
He tries to compose an answer, but he can only make out whines and soft moans until Mayoi finally makes out his words, “You are my saint. I’m nothing but a mere devil that corrupts you.”
Tatsumi smiles softly, seeing the effect of his love on this devil. He paces him in his lap, caressing his thighs gently, “Then you will be my demon. Let us fulfill each other’s thoughts until both are satisfied.”
He leads his hands to Mayoi’s chest, feeling his heartbeat so fast, strong, like a melody. This is all he needs to satisfy him. To know Mayoi is real, he is just as sacred as everyone else. He leans in to kiss his neck, hearing Mayoi’s gentle pleas of craving above him, the devil’s body squirming from the touch of such a holy being.
Seeing Mayoi’s reactions only causes Tatsumi’s temperature to rise, kissing him even more, “You’re too shy to admit what you want, aren’t you, angel?”
Mayoi could only let out a pleading whisper, “I want you, my dear. I want the touch of the heavens, kisses even more angelic. I want to feel pure, please. Give me love I’ve yearned for this whole time.”
Tatsumi took in all his words, a wave of pleasure washing over him. Their kisses get stronger and more erratic, craving more. Tatsumi’s lips are like a drug; Mayoi can’t let go of him, and he doesn’t want to. He wants to be selfish; he wants to give in. Heat rises within him, wanting more, craving more.
“Tatsumi,” his voice is barely audible, trying to gain his composure, “Please, my darling, give me everything I desire.”
He kisses the devil with such passion it sends his mind running to insanity. He presses his body against Mayoi’s, feeling their desire, nothing more than selfish, sinful ideals they sought to fulfill. The shallow breaths resonated as one, feeling more like an echo of their bodies. Tatsumi began tracing the devil’s corrupted body with gentle kisses. Mayoi could not breathe correctly, overwhelmed by the sheer power Tatsumi’s kisses had on his body. His heart was racing like crazy, focusing on the growing feeling of lust between them. Mayoi’s skin on Tatsumi’s gives him a rush of ecstasy, kissing him longer, deeper, softer.
“I love you, my darling.” Tatsumi barely musters a whisper, shaky yet confident, a simple prayer
“I love you more than anything, my sweet angel.” Mayois’s smile is sincere, and gentle, feeling loved underneath a being as delicate as his lover.
The presence of their love was a powerful force, yet their passion could only be matched with each other. Their bodies link so perfectly, predetermined lovers, finally connecting in such an intimate yet enchanting way.
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A saint corrupted by desire
A devil, cleansed with affection
A love sinful yet filled with sensations that only true love could muster.
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