Drabble
Lavi should've known better. Should've known that it was unwise to confront the Noah of Pleasure; least of all to confront him when his emotions were in control.
That's probably the reason why the Bookman's currently being pinned down to the bed in a bruising grip while said Noah was kissing the life out of him. When Tyki pulled back from the kiss, Lavi released a hiss of pleasure as he felt feather-like touches go down his spine, right before those touches moved to the damn sensitive seal. Digging his fingers into Tyki's hair, Lavi pulled the Noah down for a kiss which he wasn't at all reluctant to return.
"What's the matter, little flame? Finally couldn't resist my charm?" Tyki teased when they broke the kiss. He smirked when the Bookman glared at him. The Noah hissed in pleasure, though, when Lavi rocked their hips together.
"Just let's get this done and over with, Mikk. Not in the mood ta play games with ya right now." The Bookman hissed out.
Before Tyki could say anything else, his lips were claimed in another kiss.
Growling, the Noah grabbed a hold of the redhead's hips and rocked against him faster. He faintly felt the fingers that were now digging into his shoulders, and could only hear the breathless gasps coming from underneath him. After what felt like forever, both cried out in unison and Tyki pulled out of the redhead. They both laid there, panting, before Tyki heard Lavi get up. Most likely in search of his clothes.
Chuckling, Tyki turned to his side to watch the Bookman as he finally found his shirt and began to pull it on.
"Now, I'm curious. What made you seek me out, little flame? I doubt that it was because you actually missed me."
A faint, gold eye glanced at Tyki. "I don't see how it's any o' your business, Mikk."
"Oh, but it is. Especially since it was me who you just recently had sex with," Tyki retorted as he got up to wrap an arm around the redhead's waist from behind. He pulled Lavi's shirt down a little and licked at the seal, pleased to feel the Bookman shuddering.
Growling, Lavi pushed Tyki off of him and proceeded to pull on his pants. Tyki watched him before a cruel smirk appeared.
"Or is it because you know that you're starting to lose control of your form, and you didn't want to hurt the cheating lad?"
At that, time seemed to freeze. Then, Lavi scoffed. "I don't care if I hurt him or not. Stop making assumptions, Mikk."
"I'm not, because I know it's true. Tell me, little flame. Are you starting to finally realize how pointless it is being a Bookman?"
Lavi turned around and glared at him, mismatched eyes burning with hatred. He growled, "Being a Bookman is my job. It isn't pointless."
"Or so you say. How long have you lingered there, Jason?" Tyki ignored the redhead's flinch at the use of his real name. "You've been at the Order for five years."
The redhead scoffed and turned around, finally finishing dressing himself. "Like I said, it's my job. My record for the Order is nearly finished before I leave."
"Well then," two arms wrapped around his waist and hot lips were placed on his shoulder, "I might as well make this night last then."
"Damn it, Mikk! I told ya that I don't-" He was cut off when Tyki pulled him into another kiss. The Noah pulled back and smirked. "Don't deny that you don't want this, Bookman, because I know you do. Let's have a little fun now."