Then he started letting his thoughts wander. It wasn’t hard, when you padded all around his home after a shower, smelling sweetly of shampoo and fabric softener.

You weren’t really siblings. It was so hard to think of you as anything but the pretty woman who just happened to be living with him for now. You were literally a fantasy waiting to happen.

It’d been a long day. Finally, you were beginning to warm up to him, and you’d both settled down to have beer and get tipsy.

And then he’d leaned over and kissed you.

You must have been more drunk than he’d thought, because Akehoshi was entirely prepared for you to push him away. Instead, you yield softly to his nipping, letting him lap at the inside of your mouth until you melted under his hands.

The beer makes you taste slightly bitter. He likes it; the edge that something unpleasant lent to a sweet thing like you.

“Mmm…” you mumble. “Akke…”

“Cutie,” he purrs, pulling away to kiss at your jaw, down your neck. “First time you ever called me Akke.”

You’d always seemed to try to keep him at arm’s distance, which amused him to no end. While living under the same roof? He wanted to bite your cheeks.

Akke pulls away briefly to assess your countenance. You’re flushed red, both from the alcohol and the kiss, your lips slightly parted, trying to catch your breath.

“Getting all flustered f’me?” he teases, playing with the hair at the nape of your neck. You lean into his touch, and he nearly croons at you.

"Cutie, cutie." He leans forward to lick at the junction between your neck and shoulder. You shiver, and he bites down, gently.

"No biting- Akehoshi!"

"Ow," he utters, your hands smacking solidly into his chest, not at all sounding like he was in pain.

"Aw. Back to calling me Akehoshi." Akke swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, just to see you stammer and flush even more. The taste of you lingers on his tongue, bittersweet.

You wrap your arms around yourself, leaning into your chair like you were trying to get as far away from him as possible. "We're siblings!"

"Stepsiblings," he corrects, his grin all teeth. "And then barely..."

Akehoshi adds a pout for extra effect, and watches as your gaze flicks away guiltily.

Couldn't you make it any harder for him to crush you in his arms?