Sour Switchblade (Fanfic)
It was a few days since you had first slipped into the Dark World; following behind two of your classmates who had vanished getting chalk. Ever since then, you snuck out to meet them back at the familiar old closet; swinging the doors open and slipping into the darkness.
As of late, you've found yourself closer to one classmate in particular; quiet and odd.. The only other human in Hometown. Kris. Where you went, they went too- Hands intertwined and shoulder touching almost every time you stood together. A prophesied Knight and their sworn Royalty.
Here you were, in their castle bedroom; body intertwined with the bedsheets that were messily waterfalled off the edge of the mattress. The warmth of flesh covered you, Kris lying atop you with their face buried in your shoulder. It was refreshing in a way, being able to rest to one so close to you.
Kris gave a small hum, hands moving to cling to your sides as they exhaled; eyes previously hidden by their bangs closed in peace. Their lips ghosted gently along your shoulder; giving a satisfied hum. They always gave anything to be close to you behind closed doors, to worship and hold you as tight as they could.
The human finally opened their eyes; Carmine irises peeking at you through their lashes as they pressed a soft nip to your jaw. Kris drank in your reactions like a man deprived of water; savoring the flavor against their lips like a fine wine. There would be no better feast than the one laid under their frame; draped in your clothing.
Your hands slipping into their hair, they give a shuddering grunt; leaning back to kiss and nip along your neck once more. Kris' hands moved from your sides to your shoulders, pressing closer to you as they soaked in your presence. They had to keep themselves under control, they mused, but their own thoughts fell upon deaf ears.
With a small, sleepy sigh, they pulled away; discarding their armor to the floor before laying back on top of you. Their hands slip under your clothing delicately, feeling the softness of your flesh under their fingertips. The human longed to touch you; skin against skin with nothing but love in each caress.
Kris hummed, pulling back and silently pleading to remove the cloth that covered you. At your approval, they quickly discarded it to the floor along with their armor; pressing their face back into your bare shoulder with a loving whimper. They listened in to the sound of your heartbeat, quietly counting the thumps against your ribcage like a soothing lullaby.
They felt you shift, watching as you brought the blankets against your bare bodies with an enamored gaze. You always knew just how to care for them, leaving a soft ache in their chest. As your hand returns to their hair, they sigh; allowing their body to relax as they slip into slumber.
They could rest for now, after all. There's always next visit.
