#// physically restraining him since he can be rather shameless so it is TAME
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❛ 27 . a kiss to end the sexual tension . ( don't look at me, this is for isamu )
Quiet, it was an odd word to describe his personal lodgings. Aging photographs && incantations that bared themselves upon the walls, as if someone was afraid, all that was impure could follow the effigy of a ghostly man. The smell of black tea && liquorice, cigarette smoke tinged with vanilla, he laughs && smiles breaking the chilling nature that spoke with a stabbing precision. “Heroes get days off? Weird, thought the whole fighting villains thing never ends” it’s taunting, teasing, without malice as dark eyes linger upon him. “So, you decided to spend it with me? Doubt you’re here for driving lessons, I’m terrified of teaching the students, that’s my only fear” a snort as porcelain fills with the strong brew, favored from the past, but he can never recall which figure spoiled him in such simple luxuries.
How long have they managed to play innocent? Glances that linger too long, the sigh of relief whenever another mission was over that left his lips, innocent flirting met with a monotone grin - relief && joy whenever they were in each other’s presence. He didn’t want to linger upon it, the life of a manger was plagued with difficulties, even if he long forgoed the thought of a promotion by blood he was still that of a medium. Death followed each step, even when he wished to turn away from the echoes of the ancients, they knew him all too well.
Close, too close, the smell of rain && cologne entangled together, icy blonde locks that gently hang in rivulets, the desire to seal the space between them gnawing at his stomach. “Hey, I thought we were just having tea” he’s devilish with a studded tongue, charming underneath the stoic exterior, one singular kiss pressed against his cheek - a soft flame. Then, it moves closer, firm, pulsating, tempting as he nips at Aizawa's bottom lip before withdrawing. The hunger within his gut is unsatisfied, every memory that floods in from the exasperated bickering over his antics to the moments his slender shoulders would tremble, the softness of his voice eking out delicately; I’m glad you are safe. He tastes like intoxication, easy to become drunk on, the metal stud making a quick swipe as Isamu pulls away. Thumb caressing over his bottom lip as he snickers, “We’re going to ruin whatever it is we have” there was no question or hesitation, just a statement. The expression that was daring, head cocked innocently to the side.
“Or it can be just for fun, tell me now, I’m aching to kiss you again”
#answered: isamu järvinen.#intcritus#// INHALES DEEEEEPLLYYY#// physically restraining him since he can be rather shameless so it is TAME#// I know they've had those way too close of moments or their bickering grew too intense#// now it's just isamu wanting to ask: how many times have you dreamed of me?#// he's a little too forward sometimes
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