#{ I hope I'm reading the ask correctly and your intent was for koshiro to kiss Ingram? }

[nxctiphany]

@yariibu​

✿ // to ingram from koshiro

Send ✿ for a random kiss / 5. firm kiss

                                              ★ ☆ ✮ ✯ ―☽ ―★ ☆ ✮ ✯  

     Soft, golden locks fall against his slender shoulders, tangling with long, pink stands that tumble over his chest as the taller man leans over him - a silent, almost non-existent breath slipping from his throat as the heat from Koshiro’s body brushes past his own, frigid skin. Beige sheets drape over thin legs and luxuriant hips - hugging almost perfectly about his figure; shadows highlighting each curve and dip sheltered beneath thin fabric, almost sheer below the glare. Flickering yellow and red hues that had danced across his delicate features from the low lights handing overhead now clung to the contours of other man’s back and shoulders, and the newfound darkness he had been plunged into painted ivory skin rose against shallow scars, and pink lips. While glossy, scarlet eyes that peered up at the other through long lashes - almost bashful (though he is truthfully anything but) in how they watched him, but not without a hint of anticipation within their foggy reflection. It wasn’t a role he was unused to playing, but there was always something a bit liberating about the sensation of letting go and relinquishing control; of giving in.

      Nimble fingers reach up to comb through blond hair; touch feather-light and weak - as soothing as it is gentle before they fall again. Arms coming up, instead, to wrap about the other’s shoulders; palms resting upon his back as digits explore the outlines of muscles he can’t see from where he is, and, if only for a moment, the warmth of Koshiro’s skin against their tips - the faint sensation of the other’s pulse alongside the constant drum of heart that made his chest rattle against Ingram’s own. In contrast to the heat that pooled against him, he was still and devoid of the same life that pumps through the other man. But it’s not something he chooses to focus on; he doesn’t yearn for crimson liquid - to taste copper upon tongue or know its fleeting warmth as it slides down his throat. He never has. 

     Hands flex slightly against his shoulders when he feels them roll within his meager grasp. Heavy eyelids fall shut as he tilts his chin to meet him - lips already tender and plump beneath Koshiro’s. And they sting slightly from the impact - numbness settling in from the pressure where mouths meet; head pinned against the pillow where strands of pink hair are splayed against the off-white fabric. The heat from the other’s tongue lighting a fire against his own. The taste sweet and acidic at the same time, and fingers curl against his back, arms moving to wrap tighter about his neck - chest flush against one another. If there had been any air trapped within his lungs it would have heaved against the other’s hold. Instead, a hushed, yet soft moan spills against the other’s lips - so quiet it can barely be heard. When Koshiro pulls back, he’s left feeling cold and paralyzed as his eyes open again - the edges of his vision blurred as he looks up at the other.

      A low him plays in his throat as he lifts his fingers to twirl strands of golden locks against his knuckles before pulling himself up against the other to place a light kiss upon his jaw - a smile dancing upon worn, damp lips. “Hmm, aren’t you ever the polite one?” He sighed, voice low, but smooth as it played upon his tongue; just the barest hint of teasing nestled within his words. At least until he pushes his feet against the bed, moving his leg from where it was penning beneath him to press his knee gingerly between the other’s thighs, as his fingers traced along the firm line of his jaw - nails dragging softly over delicate skin, but never enough to leave marks; just barely enough to leave behind the ghost of his fleeting touch as he leans down to rest his forehead against the other’s shoulder and whispers into his ear, “Care to try something more?”