Chaos Reigns

you’re used to seeing enjin like this, clad in one of his shirts with the absurdly wide neck hole because he prefers to not feel constricted by clothing, his traps and collarbones on full display with a cheeky hint of the adornment of black and red ink on his chest. he claims to have never thought about it like that, but you’re skeptical at best.

you see him like this every day, but that doesn’t mean it ever stops driving you crazy.

so you forego restraint today, dipping your head down to first press your lips to the sharp cut of enjin’s jawline, promptly receiving a warm response as he hums around the filter of his cigarette.

“whatcha doin’ there, sweetheart?”

“mm, nothing.” you breathe against his neck before placing another kiss under his ear, fingers still softly twisting into his golden locks that has his head leaning into the touch.

“nothin’, huh?” it comes out like a purr, deep vibrations from his throat as he attempts to play along but you know as well as he does that he’s lost a lot of the subtlety he used to have when it comes to your attention.

your mouth continues its slow barrage of affection against his skin, moving down the side of his neck with appreciative open-mouthed kisses that have his chest rising and falling much more deliberately.

you coax his head slightly to the side, and it’s met with absolutely no resistance. enjin is already melting in your hold, and perhaps the fatigue is contributing to that, his weary body in no shape to put a stop to your manipulations, but he’s also undeniably basking in the odd sense of control you have on him in this moment.

enjin takes in a sharp breath the moment your teeth catch onto his pulse point, languidly sucking on his skin until he muffles out a curse and gathers enough strength in the muscles of his arm to let his own fingers slide over the back of your neck, not to guide you or influence you, but to simply keep himself grounded. a touch point.

enjin is tough, there’s no doubt about it. he’s revered by his comrades and companions alike, but he’s certainly not invincible either. it’s no secret to either of you that he gets particularly overwhelmed when you shower him with affection.

and you might think that it’s kind of comical to be the one thing that renders the mighty enjin completely useless, dismantled with just a few kisses from your soft lips.

you capitalize on the easy access his shirt provides, hooking a finger into the collar to expose more of his shoulder for you to kiss and nibble, while the hand that first played with his hair moves to snake under the fabric at his chest.

enjin’s breath hitches in his throat. if you looked up you’re sure you’d see a bit of color at his cheeks now, a haziness to those usually intense eyes of his and a faraway expression that says he’s touched heaven.

your palm splays out to roam over the expanse of his chest, exploring even further down to his defined abs that tense when you brush your fingers over them. all the while your lips trace his collarbones and suck on the delicate skin that lives there.

enjin sighs and turns into putty in your hands, a feat that only you’re capable of and you know it. a bit of physical affection in his exhausted state and you’ve got him so pliant that he’d bend without breaking. it’s cute. and maybe you think it’s deserved for all that he does for others without being prompted.

you trail your nose up the column of his throat, tilting his face in your direction to capture his lips in a kiss that deepens instantly, a shared sigh that has you both reeling for more.

enjin wraps his hand around the arm that’s still shoved in his shirt, and you cup his face so lovingly, finding the taste of smoke so present in his mouth as your tongue mingles with his own for the first time today, and certainly not the last.

you take his bottom lip between your teeth, and with a gentle pressure you pull away slowly, so slowly, enough time to coax a quiet moan from him. if his pants weren’t so baggy you’re sure you’d be able to tell just how worked up he is.

needless to say you’ve worked yourself up, too, from the tactile static under your fingertips to drinking in his every response to your touches. but you think maybe his playful personality has also rubbed off on you too much.

because you retreat your hand from his shirt, pulling away from his lips to stand upright and go back inside when enjin quite urgently grips your wrist.

“what—?“ you watch his eyes try to refocus, to pull himself out of the fuzzy mental state you all but plunged him into. “whereya goin’?”

you stifle a giggle at his tone of desperation, but the truth of the matter is… what you want to do to him now can’t be done where other eyes might see.

“mm, nowhere.”

“haa? nowhe— woman, i see you about to walk away.“

it’s all you can do to smile back at him, his golden eyes now pleading for mercy to not leave him so high and dry. enjin is a sucker for you, but that also makes him a bit greedy for you too.

“then come with me.”

“where??”

“somewhere…” you lean back into his orbit, hovering over him and pushing the hair out of his face to better see his questioning expression. “… i can kiss you in other places.”

enjin only makes a noise from his throat, his brain buffering as he pictures what you mean by that, and it’s long enough for you to slip out of his grip and make your way back inside.

in a matter of seconds, you hear him straighten up, the long forgotten cigarette finally discarded into the ashtray and the eager scrape of the chair legs against the ground.

at least you still know how to motivate him.