Slick wit, lip lick, and we sleep in our skin
Fast as I give in (right into you)
Wet kisses around your body, bites that will surely turn into bruises around your skin as you pull the hair of the man giving you pleasure right now. When did your stupidity really start? When did this thing start? When was the first time you gave each other pleasure that comes with pain afterward? When did he start sleeping beneath the blanket with you, his warm body, hugging you?
You didn't know. And you preferred it that way.
But if you're remembering it correctly, it has been two years of going around with him. It has been two years of hiding the pain in your heart just to be with him, just to feel how is it to be in his arms. To feel how to be the lover of the Mitsuya Takashi, your best friend and the man you've been in love with for years. For a decade, even.
"Are you okay, love?" he whispered in your ears as he breathed heavily.
You've been deeply absorbed in your thoughts, you didn't even notice his moves faltering. You looked at the man in front of you, the man of your life, the man you've been dreaming of. He had this soft expression meant for you, or is it really for you? You focused on his stare, smiling as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him to a kiss.
"I am. Don't worry," you answered his question after ending the short exchange of kisses. With both palms, you cupped his cheeks then you placed soft kisses around his face, and he chuckled.
"I love you," you murmured.
He smiled as he replied, "I do, too."
And the pain's back again. The unpleasant feeling inside your chest is there again, and for the uncountable times this day, you wish it'd stop. He could call you his love a million times a day but you would never hear him say the three words you've been wanting to hear ever since. Because those words are not for you, it's for someone he has been waiting for too long.
"Faster, please." you pleaded then the man smirked and hummed as a reply.
"I want to listen to you more. Let me hear you, yeah?" he said, burying his face on your neck while his lips trailed down. His faltering moves earlier fastened now leaving you whining desperately.
And just like any other night you've shared, you melted under his touch as you catch your breath. Just like any other night, you forcefully removed the logic inside your head and followed the feelings inside your heart. As stupid as it is, who can really blame a person like you? You're just in love for fuck's sake.
Moments later, he's laying his back on the bed and you on his chest with his arms around you. You can hear his staggering breathes and the beats of his heart that made you think, is it because of me, or is it the adrenaline? Of course, it'd be the latter. You sighed and because of the tiredness, you chose to close your eyes to rest yourself.
"Are you already sleeping?" Takashi questioned you but you kept quiet and you kept your eyes closed. You heard him sigh then he pulled you closer, pressing a kiss on your forehead.
"Sleep tight, love," he said as the both of you drifted off to sleep with your skins touching each other.
You woke up during sleep and you glanced at the clock in your room, it says 2:53 AM. The moon's still alive but you went to the bathroom to fix yourself up. And to release these pent-up emotions you've been hiding for days now.
"You're pretty, but you're fucking dumb," you talked to yourself in the mirror as tears fell down. "I thought you'd stop this already, huh?" you continued.
You splashed some water on your face yet the tears won't stop falling and you just laughed at how pathetic you are. It's Mitsuya Takashi, who won't give in to him, right? His touches, his kisses, his breathe on your skin, his indirect words, his smile, everything about him will eventually make you give into him despite him not asking. Anyone would.
Anyone would, or are you just trying to convince yourself that what you're doing is unavoidable despite the situation being avoidable? Aren't you just trying to convince yourself that anyone in your position would do the same way although even if they are in your shoes, people won't be that blinded by the love you thought you're finally receiving?
A laugh bubbled from your lungs as you gave yourself a slap. Fucking love, got me real fucked up huh. You're tired of this setup, he's yours. He's your boyfriend, you're his girlfriend, but why does it feel like you're never treated as the love of his life. This whole relationship feels like the colors blue and green because even if the other one has been out of your lives for a long time now, you will never catch up with the feelings exchanged by the both of them.
You sighed for the nth time this time and just like a routine, after fixing yourself up, you went under the blanket with him and you laid down. Resting your eyes, resting your mind, resting your heart for now.
