#aaahhhhh

⟮ ⟐ ⟯  𓐆˙ ̤    ⁎    he was taking his time to scrub off the day's enterprises.  dance rehearsal.  song writing.  avoiding groupies.  one long block after another til he was home free.  soap lathers cross his chest,  dribbling down towards his navel as the idol sighs.  the stress was embedded in his shoulders and neck.  the hot water that hit his back,    warped around his chiseled physique reminds him of a warm blanket.   

            he'd let misaki in early.  she had the keys to his place.  able to get comfortable before he'd return with the weight of his fame in tow.  she's cleaned his mess.  for weeks to the day,    misaki was loid's official housekeeper.  it's the longest relationship he's sustained.  and somewhere in between that and desire,    the professional aspects of the job flew out the window.  the lines were blurred     ──   didn't matter who started it.   

            he cranes his neck back,    diluting the paint in his hair.  a messy,     golden mop to cover his face as loid senses his guest back into him within the open shower.  strawberry blonde hair cascades over tender,    feminine lines.  her perfume still the scent of vanilla,    nestles in the crook of her neck.  he catches the aroma in the mixture of steam and their heat.  smells good enough to eat.      ──   this was a new experience.  different from their first,    unexpected encounter.  

            compliant hands come over her,     strong arms massaging perky breasts with pressure,    then sliding down to hug her curvaceous,    slim figure.   ❝ you're right.  i don't.     ──    it's complicated. ❞  the murmur low into the woman's ear.  whether she wanted twilight or loid was a constant toss up. he grinds back,    blood taking a familiar path.  the wall was where he'd plan to push her next but misaki twists,    swiping a kiss from him before positioning herself on her knees.  down there,    eager to please.