#monomania

You were still trying to catch your breath, heart thrumming in your chest as you lay back against the sheets. The air in the room was still thick with the scent of skin and sweat, body pulsing where he had touched you, kissed you. You loved the euphoria of this feeling, the soft moments after making love where you could just bask in the warmth of your climax.

As if interrupting your thoughts, soft fingers traced your hip in a slow soothing motion as you turned to look over at the man who had just thoroughly ruined you. Neito Monoma. Usual cocky expression replaced with something softer, hesitant, almost affectionate. His golden hair was a tousled mess, his brow furrowed and lips parted, like he didn’t know what to say but wanted to say something all the same. Instead choosing to shift closer and wrap an arm around your waist, head resting against you as he seemingly breathed you in, pressing a kiss to your temple that was far too soft even for him.

Monoma wasn’t usually quiet like this. He liked to talk, to tease, to gloat, always eager to prove himself. But now, he only breathed you in, pressing his mouth to your neck in slow, lingering kisses that had nothing to do with showmanship and everything to do with how deeply he felt.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked suddenly, his voice low and a little uncertain against your skin. You turned slightly to look at him. His eyes were fixed on you now, genuinely waiting, worried, even. “No,” you said softly, running your fingers through his messy hair. “You were perfect.” His jaw tensed for a second before he dipped his head to press a kiss to your sternum, then another lower, slow, deliberate. “Of course I was,” he said, but it was whispered, almost shy.

His hand slid along your thigh, not quite sexual, but intimate, grounding. He rested his palm there, thumb brushing lazy circles against your skin. “I like when you say things like that,” he added, voice quieter now, like he wasn’t sure he meant for it to come out. “You mean the praise?” you asked.He hesitated, then nodded once. “From you? Yes.”

His hands continued their ministrations as he trailed his fingers over marks he had left on you moments before, a small smile tugging at his lips, only slightly smug. He stared at them in appreciation before pressing a kiss to each one, “I love you, you know. Probably more than you think.” His voice was soft and you weren’t even sure if it was meant to be heard or just whispered into the softness of your skin.

Your fingers thread through his hair in a gentle caress, bringing his attention back to your face as he leaned up to place a soft kiss on your lips. It was gentle and chaste but it held more emotion than he’d like to think. “I love you too,” you whispered in the space between you both. He smiled in that soft delicate way that only you got to see before placing another kiss to your lips before speaking to you gently, “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”