lilac lights - Kaoru x Toshiya | One-Shot
The world around is in an upheaval. Loud voices resounding from the market down below, people shouting offers, prices, sharing laughter and chit-chats in between doing the daily necessities. The sun’s barely up. Outside town the fog would still waver close above the ground. Yet the market is pulsating with life already.
Upstairs, behind the closed, wooden panels, behind dusty, partly cracked windows, they wouldn’t know. They don’t hear a sound coming from the street. It’s silence around them, only disturbed by rustling sheets every now and again. Whenever one of them dares to move a little quicker. There’s no need to be quick today. There’s no use for it. The dim morning light paints the small room in beige and yellow, leaves prints and patterns on everything it can reach. It leaves a pattern on the sheets and it leaves a pattern on the glistening back, shifting from time to time. The morning light even covers the many tattoos down his arms and paints them in yellow and white spots. Just like the long fingers, lazily tracing the inked lines.
The heat doesn’t even disappear during the night. Lying motionless makes them feel just as warm, as moving around. It covers them under a veil of comfort and tiredness. A nice, soothing tiredness that reassures them: nobody needs you today. Just stay here. They don’t need noise right now. They don’t need to move much. They both smile when, again, this oval shaped ice cube melts faster, than it could run down the smooth, firm chest beneath it. It leaves a wet trail, that would slowly be licked away, sending shivers down his spine. It feels nice. Comfortable. Cool in this heated air. He closes his eyes and once he opens them again, he sees dust dancing in the air. Just as yellow and beige as his skin and the crumpled sheets beneath him.
Every movement is slow. Sweet little sighs resound in the dim light sometimes but no words slip from their lips. There’s no need for noise. There’s no need for words. It’s only heat and stripes and dots of warm morning light now. It’s only their heated body that not even the night had wanted to cool down. Skin on skin, small droplets running down an arched back like little silver pearls. He feels him. Moving, yet lying still. He feels his lips, a soft yet rough kiss. He hadn’t left bed in two days, his cheeks have become a little scratchy. He smiles against the other lips and runs a hand through the thick, black hair. Why waste energy on moving, when being still could already give them so much pleasure.
As he closes his eyes again, the smell of dried flowers and lavender fills his head. He can imagine the light purple, the cracking sound when dried up lilac blossoms crumble and fall to the floor. He wishes to paint those tattoos lilac to remember this moment forever. For the first time in his life, he feels like living of air and love alone. No need to eat. No need for noise. No need for anybody else. All he needs is with him, on top of him, placing lazy, loving kisses down his neck, caressing his shoulders. Moving inside him just as lazily. He imagines lilac patterns of light on the warm skin above him.
He places his lips on the tattooed neck, taking chances. Just another chance as his lover bends over. He sighs, watching him take a sip from the dry, heavy red wine and putting the glass back on the wooden floor. He tastes wine in their kiss, he tastes the content, lazy smile. He feels him without any friction between them. Yet they might have never been so close before. They could get up soon. They probably should. Yet, why? Why waste time, when lying here is all he needs? He feels his eyes growing heavy again. They don’t have to finish this. They can just lie here for a while. He can easily wrap his arms around the neck above him, pull him closer for another kiss. He can press his thighs against his hips, telling him to stay without using words. He can close his eyes and feel the hot breath on his cheek. He can fall asleep and know that he won’t be alone once he wakes up again.
No need for noise. No need to eat. No need to move. No need for anybody else.