for miss leona, the queen of midotaka
Theme: au vampire (r-18)
A coat of sheen sweat covered Takao’s body, lusty moans emitted from parted lips that hid sharp teeth beneath. His back arched languidly and breath was strangled, even more so when he felt a hand grasp his throat tightly, forcing him to turn as his cheek had nearly kissed the wall, and baritone voice murmur ‘look at me, Takao.’
A nickname that he’d imparted upon the green-haired man in a mocking manner to hide his affection was voiced and Takao’s eyes opened slowly, giving a weak smirk. The cold wall now proved merely cool against his flushed skin and Takao was all too glad for it; his limbs were wrapped around Midorima’s body, relying on him to support him as hips rolled to meet his over and over again, thrusts hard and shallow. Ankles crossed the way wrists did, arms on broad shoulders and legs around slender hips.
Midorima’s eyes had a gleam that only moonlight could bring out and his body had red welts left by Takao’s nails. His breathing was uneven, pleasure overwhelming him too much to be able to properly breathe and every time his hips angled so, Takao’s back would arch powerfully and give a moan.
A neck arched in the throes of his pleasure and to his immense surprise (dimmed only by the pleasure that spread throughout his body,) there was a sharp pain that made him moan only more loudly. He grew even weaker, nails scratching at Midorima’s back again as a breathless moan made it apparent how the slight discomfort only added to the bliss.
"H-ha… ha, more… more, Shin-chan…!"
The blood that was on Midorima’s lips was kissed away by Takao, the shorter man pulling him in for a rough kiss. Black strands of hair were grasped by slender fingers and Takao groaned again, body trembling.
A word was murmured so quietly that Takao hadn’t heart, but lips were by his and hips moved in such a way that had white blinding him.
"You’re mine, Takao…”