drabble for fursona
"Fuck, I'm close," Akatsuki hisses into Shito's ear, hands sliding up and down Shito's chest and hips thrusting at an even pace. Shito lets out a strangled gasp, clutching onto the headboard.
"Stop wrinkling my sheets--" he arches, writhing underneath the other, swallowing hard and stifling a moan that tries to worm its way past his lips.
And Shito does not understand why the heat of the room seemed to heighten several degrees.
Akatsuki's grin is smug, golden eyes flashing with something like victory and slightly tanned skin a contrast against Shito's. "Yeah? You want me to stop?"
"Shit!" He couldn't help but curse, hips jerking off the bed. "-- fuck, I will kill
you if you stop."
Akatsuki arches, thrusting several times before his thrusts become erratic and stiff, breathing heavily and smirking with a wicked sense of victory.
Shito does not take long to find release either, behind his eyelids a canvas of white and sparking stars, Akatsuki's breathing just a muffled noise by his ear and their pulse is quick.
Shito hisses almost immediately when recovered from afterglow, pushing the other off him. "Now I have to wash my sheets."
"Don't be so anal," Akatsuki gives him a smug smile before tugging Shito close again.
Shito stiffens for a moment before relaxing. Maybe just this one night.