#alwaysbeen

[ hips ]   your muse pulling mine in close by the hips. @alwaysbeen

Hands flew back to latch onto the counter she'd been tugged away from, Aemi's palms surprisingly cool against skin that'd gotten quite heated thanks to her earlier workout. A slight hiss of annoyance slipped from clenched teeth at the sudden change in temperature, but all this new position did was make her face flush even more.

            it started with the hero entering the acting grandmaster’s office ,  as simple as that .

If anyone knows just how much power words can cold, it's Daichi. So many meanings can be packed into any amalgamations of letters and can affect different people, but there's something especially powerful about the three Haru tells him now. It's jarring, to say the least. He's heard those words before, though they just felt rehearsed and fake before this, like they were made of nothing but plastic.

When they come from Haru, though, those words feel warm and comforting, yet they're made of glass instead this time. Like such a thing has to be given carefully and one mistake could have him dropping it and cutting himself on the edges. It's a dangerous thing to give him and an even stranger thing for him to take. Daichi had no idea what love even was before this, but here Haru is, introducing him to it, enveloping him in it. Maybe he's been here for a while already and just hasn't realized it. But now that he knows for sure, there's no way he could possibly ignore this feeling or the butterflies in his chest.

" I... I love you, too. " It's uncertain the first time he says it, evidenced in the way his voice wobbles and shakes, but then he's pressing his lips to Haru's with the most genuine smile to date, repeating " I love you " like a mantra as he kisses them again and again. This is far from the first time they've been tangled up in each other like this with flushed faces and shaky whispers, but this time feels... It feels like so much more.

Why  Kunikida  ever  thought  for  a  second  that  Saint  would  learn  to  just  not  speak,  he’s  not  quite  sure.  The  moment  that  finally  registers,  Kunikida  freezes,  hands  dropping  to  rest  on  the  other’s  hips,  then  slowly  pulls  his  face  from  Saint’s  neck  (  and  barely  catches  the  faint  mark  he  was  in  the  middle  of  leaving  before  Saint  decided  to  open  his  mouth  )  and  offers  one  of  the  most  annoyed  looks  he  could  possibly  manage  given  the  situation  they’re  in.  He’s  really  going  to  need  a way  to  keep  him  quiet  if  they  do  this  again  sometime.

Oh,  he  knows  they  shouldn’t  be.  That’s  exactly  why  it’s  so  exciting.  There’s  a  meeting  they’re  both  supposed  to  be  in,  just  on  the  other  side  of  the  wall  Cam  has  Makoto  pressed  against,  but  their  presence  seems  to  have  gone  unnoticed  so  far.  He  smirks  against  his  boyfriend’s  neck  as  a  hand  jerks  him  off  as  he  tries  to  speak,  and  his  initial  response  to  what  Makoto  says  is  to  leave  a  nice,  noticeable  hickey  right  on  the  pale  skin  of  his  throat.  Just  as  a  taste  of  what’s  to  come  if  they  conveniently  don’t  show  up  to  the  meeting.