" you're fucking unbelievable, " he laughs, cracked lips pulling into a rictus grin as his hold tightens, four fingers squeezing on the other's wrist before violently tugging the man to eye level. " shut up and start making sense. "
a burst of maniacal laughter ripped its way out of his chest, grin splitting across bandaged cheeks as he was pulled down. oh god, youta couldnât control himself. seeing those lips mimic his own smile made something him twist â as if both psychotic parts of them were simply feeding off one another and growing.
â god, just add that last finger. hurt me MORE. â
excited thoughts ravaged his shambled mind, heart pounding, blood rushing as adrenaline shot through him. the only thing keeping him grounded right now was the man before him â mismatched eyes wide and filled with that craziness that only tomura seemed able to manage.
his own mind was arguing with itself, telling him to stop letting himself so loose, telling him to yank himself free â telling him to not do what he was going to do. youtaâs body shot downward, crashing their lips together in a harsh motion. those cracked lips were rough against his own, adding to the wildness that seemed to flow between them. it was harsh, fierce, lacking any sort of gentleness that could possibly be there. one hand grabbed onto pale, messy locks â the sensation of them sliding through bandaged fingers coming as teeth harshly bit down on the otherâs lower lip.
it lasted a few more seconds before youta pulled himself back â grin only seeming to grow wider and wider at the look on tomuraâs face. his head would tilt, fingers giving a tug on his hair before finally releasing him. â haaa ⊠i couldnât stop myself ⊠they told me not to.~ the voices. â
