in a room full of art, he'd still stare at her
"...KEIJI."
Delightment spread through his veins, a soft smile blossoming across his features like a spring flower blooming, tender under the vision of the universe. He reached forward, grabbing her hand and lacing their fingers together.
With a squeeze of reassurance, he directed them to her bedroom upstairs, shutting the door behind them without a single thought. The moon watched her children interact, smiling fondly at the love shining clearly in both their eyes. She averted her gaze, turning to look to the rest of the world as the soulmate duo grabbed the hem of each other's shirt, pulling it off their bodies and relishing in the heavenly sight before them.
"You're beautiful," he said, eyes outlining her seated body, his fingers drifting to her shorts, tracing over the scars on her thighs. "Every single part of you."
Akaashi glanced up, capturing those hypnotising lilac orbs with his gunmetal ones.
"Promise me you'll talk to us if you ever feel like that again."
"I'll try."
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and he leant forward, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "That's all I ask."
Mizuki smiled softly, reaching up and cupping his cheek with her hand, directing his face downwards and connecting their lips together. They moved in sync, slowly, tenderly. She was turned inside out by the ache in his voice, the taste of his tongue dancing with hers in a blasphemous waltz.
Insecurity seeped into her, and Mizuki knew it wasn't her own. She pulled back, sensing the cause of the emotion and grabbing Akaashi's fingers. He watched her silently, eyes trained onto her as she brought them to her lips, brushing them against each finger and each knuckle. Lilac eyes stared deep into his soul, capturing Akaashi's full attention, enrapturing him by the plethora of purple flecks floating freely and the swooping arches of silver around her blown pupils.
He flushed gently, and his insecurity ebbed away slowly.
"Thank you, Mizuki."
She only smiled, eyes softening until they sparkled with an overlay of mischief. She parted her mouth, slipping two of his fingers inside, the male shuddering at the wet heat. Mizuki guided them all the way down.
Akaashi's eyes widened.
She didn't have a gag reflex.
A laugh bubbled out of his throat. "We can make use of that another day," he said, pulling his fingers out of her mouth. "But today, let me take care of you."
"Okay," she whispered, falling against the sheets with a gentle nudge from her youngest soulmate. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, hands trailing down her sides and reaching the waistband of her shorts, pulling them off in one fell sweep, relishing in the sight under him.
There was something so disarming, so bewitching about seeing Mizuki naked. There was a vulnerability in her eyes Akaashi couldn't resist. His eyes travelled from her face to her collarbone, delicate in the semi-darkness, then to her breasts. Without lingerie, they sat lower, more natural, less close together, each so perfect and moulded to her form. He didn't linger too long, just enough for Mizuki to see how beautiful she was to him. It was her eyes Akaashi wanted to see; his hands could tell him the rest.
He leant forward, spreading Mizuki's thighs and placing himself between them. His lips brushed over the tip of her ears, feeling her shudder at the unexpected heat, his fingers teasing the lips of her moist private.
"Please," she breathed, fingers curling around the fabric under her.
"For you, my queen," he started, finding her hole with ease, "i'll do anything."
He slipped his fingers in, and Akaashi found that perfect spot. That expertise of fingers that made Mizuki want to scream and cry and escape, all the while praying he wouldn't stop. Once he found it, he was merciless, and it was fucking fabulous.
"Better than you imagined?" Keiji asked, recalling the spontaneous bursts of pleasure that would occur from her side of the bond during her days in America.
Mizuki nodded.
"Yes," she moaned, throwing her head back, her spine arching and encouraging Akaashi to continue his ministrations. "God, yes."
A smirked drawled on his face, and he pulled out his fingers after a few more thrusts, bringing them to his mouth and licking off the dripping sinful liquid.
"Keiji," Mizuki whined, feeling the loss inside her.
"Don't worry, my queen," he said, tugging off his pants and settling between her legs once again, urging them gently to the side. "I'm right here."
He entered her slowly, biting his lip at the tight heat enveloping him. His mind went hazy, and he took a second to regain his sense of cognitive, arms caging the lavenderette beneath him. His lips found hers, taking her mind off the pain of penetration, moulding himself against her, shuddering as her perked nipples brushed against his.
Mizuki threw her head back, feeling him thrust into her tenderly, testing the waters.
"Keiji, you're so big."
The sound of her melodious, husky voice had Akaashi's eyes widening. The sudden shift in tone flourished the deep desire laying dormant in his chest, growing and awakening rampantly by the second.
Akaashi couldn't contain himself anymore, pulling out and pushing into her in another fell swoop, a throaty groan slipping past his lips as her walls adjusted to his penetrations.
"Holy shit," he breathed, setting a quick rhythm for himself, eyes fluttering open and taking in the way Mizuki reacted, her face contouring, rolls of pleasure thundering through her.
As soon as the tip of his head found her sweet spot, Mizuki lost all rational thoughts; she was utterly consumed by the feeling provided by her soulmate. She gripped the bedsheets tighter, struggling to breathe when Akaashi planted kisses along her neck.
Mizuki was amazed at Akaashi's gentle ruthlessness. The knot in her stomach tightened, and it seemed the male managed to tell, slowing his thrusts each time.
"Keiji!" she cried, bucking her hips upwards.
A pair of lips slotted against hers. "Trust me, Mizuki," he mumbled. "It'll feel good by the end."
Akaashi tensed the muscles in his arms, propping all his weight onto them as he ploughed into Mizuki, angling himself to align perfectly into her, hitting her g-spot with each thrust inside. A malicious smirk spread across his face, seeing the frustrated tears stream down her face.
His chest swelled with a sadistic satisfaction.
Akaashi lowered himself, poking out his tongue and licking up the tears, moving faster inside of her. He could feel his own orgasm approaching faster than anticipated.
That's to be expected, he thought, gazing down upon his soulmate. Especially when Mizuki looks like this.
She laid there in a tangled mess, her hair sprawled out in every direction. Soft eyelids covered those crystal clear eyes he adored, her breathing hastening, the intense rhythm of her heartbeat undergoing an irregular count, hammering quicker than a lightning bolt.
He brought a finger to her face, lightly tracing over her lips. It pouted slightly, and Akaashi had an urge to bite it, to kiss it, to lock them up in the room and keep her all to himself, have their soulmates hear her screams from downstairs, have the whole neighbourhood hear how good he could make Mizuki feel.
Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his darker ones.
Mizuki's lips felt slightly chapped under his feather-like touches, but Akaashi simply couldn't bring himself to give a damn. His gaze was set intently at each divot of Mizuki's lips, as if it could map out ancient seas and future plans and tell him everything he didn't know.
He dropped his head to her shoulder, shuddering as a large wave of pleasure tumbled upon him, his arms quivering under the strain of holding him up.
"I'm going to cum," Akaashi grunted into her ear, feeling her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer and encouraging him to go deeper.
He complied.
"Cum," Mizuki moaned, winding her arms around his neck. "Cum for me, Keiji."
Again, he complied, cumming deep into his soulmate with a cry of her name tumbling off his lips, a prayer to the divine, enthralling being under him. Mizuki followed in suit, walls tightening around his cock, a gush of warmth accompanying the reaction shortly after.
The two stayed in that position, pressed intimately against each other, chests rising and falling as they rode out their high together, taking moments to calm themselves down.
Akaashi's curls lingered above her face, their bodies slick with sensual sweat.
"Let's go shower," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper as he untangled themselves from each other. "We desperately need it."
A gentle, bell-like giggle echoed throughout the humid room.
"I agree," replied Mizuki, rising from the bed only to be whisked off her feet, arms cradling her closer to a toned chest, one around her back and one under her knees.
She rose a brow, looking up at her youngest soulmate.
Akaashi simply smiled, kissing the tip of her nose. "My queen doesn't need to move around when I'm here. Allow me to provide for you."
Mizuki laughed and nodded.
They stepped into the bathroom, laying in her bathtub and slowly washing each other off. Keiji sat in between Mizuki's legs on her command, a content sigh escaping his lips as her fingers did wonders, gently massaging his scalp with the shampoo they had stored in months ago.
"Feeling better?" Akaashi asked, leaning his head on her chest and looking up at the ethereal woman.
Mizuki smiled, lavender hair soaking in the lavender-scented (ironically) conditioner she bought in America.
"Much."
She pressed a tender kiss to his forehead, reaching for the handheld showerhead and flicking on the faucet, gently washing away the lathered shampoo and soap off both of them.
They took their time, caressing each other fondly, feeling every crevice, every ripple, every curve. Her lips and fingers were pens on his body. She memorised him in every alphabet and memorised her memories until they multiplied.
"My skin's going to wrinkle if we stay in the water any longer."
Mizuki chuckled, huffing fondly in between his shoulder and neck. Akaashi shivered at the warmth, biting down on his bottom lip to stop the curl threatening to rise.
"Hai, hai," she said, shuffling back against the bathtub and shakily lifting herself out, her legs feeling like jelly after their fun time. "Let's go to sleep."
Akaashi grabbed the towel hanging on the rack, wrapping her in the fluffy fabric. He took his time to dry her off, and Mizuki returned the affectionate movements, eyes moving to every spot on his body now that she had the time to just take him all in.
They retreated to the bed, cringing when they saw the liquid gleaming under the averted moon's gaze.
"I'll get a change of sheets," Akaashi said, leaving the bedroom in his boxers whilst Mizuki removed the soiled sheets and placed them in the laundry basket in her bathroom, taking the time to also clean up the bathtub so she wouldn't have to the following day.
When she returned, the bed was beautifully made up, and the sheets had an aroma of thyme and mint. Her heart was moved.
"Come," beckoned Akaashi, already settled under her blankets, his head laying on the pillow, turned on his side with his arms extended out. "Let's cuddle."
Mizuki's lips quirked upwards.
She walked forward, crawling on top of the bed and slipping into his arms, sighing in content as he brought her closer to his chest. They laid side by side, facing each other. Their legs tangled together, chests rising and falling, hearts synching and pumping blood simultaneously. The stars shone brightly in the sky, muttering gleefully to each other, happy with another completion of a soulmate bond.
"People think space is an asundered thing," she spoke, voice barely above a whisper. "But I found it between your fingers–" she rose their clasped hands, placing a gentle kiss to his knuckles–"and underneath your eyelashes–" she kissed his eye faintly, getting a soft, sleepy grin from him. "Someone told me it takes three years to travel to Mars. But twenty minutes in your arms and I have travelled farther and learned more than any astronaut."
Their love was so great, even the stars whispered of its undying truth.
"I love you, Mizuki."
"I love you, too, Keiji."