NIKE -Blue Lock-

On the loose

Boring.
For a mind and body as perpetually active and aroused as the tanned boy's, it had been the most boring show he had ever seen.

The only source of entertainment was the girl's mere presence.

He detached himself from the doorframe on which he was leaning, approaching with his hands in his pockets the figure of the redhead, whose bored, dull eyes were following the other's journey with disinterest.

Shidou sneered.

"Look at you, all depressed and sad..." he chanted, beginning to circle around the figure of the protagonist.

He licked his lower lip, stopping behind her and leaning forward until his own chest touched her shoulders. He brought his lips closer to the base of her neck, moving up along her jugular, and stopping at her earlobe.

"...do you need my help for a dopamine spike, guygal?" he blew seductively into her ear, knowing full well what the girl needed.

He hugged her from behind, sniffing her scent with his nose in the crook of her neck, his hands sliding from the sides of her ribs to her waist, and from her waist to her lower abdomen, pressing it in such a way as to pull her body even closer.

"Like old times..." he whispered with his lips on the skin of the base of her neck, kissing it slowly as his long fingers began to play with the hem of her uniform shorts.

Nicole finally closed her eyes as her body let go to the blond's gentle, passionate and erotic caresses. She let her head fall onto one shoulder, exposing part of her neck and sacrificing it entirely to Shidou's morbid attentions.

"Fuck, your smell is like a drug..." he whispered in a tone between pained and enraptured, going up her jugular with the tip of his tongue, following the path along which her heartbeat could be felt.

"You are my drug." he then corrected himself, biting lightly on her earlobe.

His breathing was shaky, his hands eager and desperate to touch anything, his tongue dry and needy to taste her.

"And I wanna get high so bad..." he was abstinent as an addict.

No longer resisting, his movements became more rapid and needy.

His hands slipped under her T-shirt, violently grabbing her breasts and squeezing them. He crushed his chest against her back, his own pelvis against her bottom.

He groaned with his lips on her ear, his hot, erratic breath slamming against her cheekbone.

"Get wasted with me..." he begged her in a tone as commanding as it was submissive, running one hand down her stomach and running the other up her sternum.

The fingers of one hid under the hem of her pants, those of the other circled her neck.

"...til we lose our minds."

"I don't feel like it."

And it almost seemed as if she had just paused a movie.

Shidou was stuck: his hands blocked, his mouth blocked, his breath blocked.

The only thing that seemed to have been put on double speed instead was his heart, beating and thumping like a galloping horse.

"You don't feel like it?" he asked, hoping he had heard wrong.

Nicole tightened her fingers around Shidou's, starting to pull them away from her own skin, which had suddenly started to burn again after only a few moments of rest.