Arson
Title: Arson
Chapter: Drabble
Author: kiroyo
Genre: Smut, Angst
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own this page of lies.
Rating: PG15
Pairing: Kai x Reita
Synopsis: Only the streetlights bore witness to what would soon be forgotten.
Eyes glazed, cold wind pricked their skin and fingertips burned. Hands - rough, hard, heavy, disorientated with alcohol infused blood coursing within meandered down south.
High, they were fucking flying and Kai’s consciousness grappled with whatever sanity he had left.
Wrong, this was so wrong - his mind yelled, as foreign hands intruded his belt, his pants, and oh god, that burn right there. His eyes rolled back and eyelids the weight of shutters slammed shut.
What he deemed morally wrong was being strongly physically opposed and he couldn’t stop it.
His hands - where was he to place his hands? Amber lights flashed beneath his closed eyes at strange intervals and his skin was ablaze. They must have committed arson, for his ears were ringing with what must be police sirens. God, the authorities were on their way for the act they were in the middle of - of his pants down, of the other person’s pants down, of their hands, wait - where were his hands?
Kai lolled his head back from the crook of a familiar shoulder, a familiar musky scent now tinged with alcohol so strong his nostrils flared from the burn. He squinted beneath the blinding street lights and in cloudy vision, managed to make out blonde strands from the nape of a sweaty neck.
“Stop,” his lips parted and a voice which sounded somewhat like his own left him. Yet his mind reeled back once more and his organ down below throbbed harder. Whatever Kai had left was leaving him.
This was wrong on so many levels and Kai was used to being in control. Leader and drummer of a band, he was, and control was a power he earned and possessed. But that was all slipping away from him now.
Kai’s protest was met with heavier groans and a short gasp as liquid fire set his insides ablaze and the weight of a bassist slumped against his front.
“God, I’ve waited so long Kai.”
“Me too” was what he was meant to say, but his mind, their minds, hazed with smoke and alcohol, twisted into his reply into the more concrete truth, “I love you.”
In what’s left of his consciousness, Kai struggled to stay afloat as he waited for a response. What could have been a hundred and eighty seconds passed but nothing came.
The artificial amber florescent glow above begun to fade as streaks of the sun peaked from the buildings in front of them. For the second time that night, the drummer was thankful for their drunken state for when the sun fully rose, Reita would forget, and with the last thread of consciousness he had, Kai hoped, with all he’s left, that he would too.
A/N: A rushed piece of drabble as this muse wouldn't leave me alone after I crawled into bed... It's been around 2 months since my last update and I'm honestly not too sure what to feel about this piece. It seems that it's smut this time. Haha damn I'm really tired. My first fanfic since I've settled into the UK. Teehee. Tell me what you think about it for I've really gone rusty. Enjoy xx