before yui even knew it, she had developed a ‘bad habit’ that ruki found… particularly attractive.
of course, ruki had taken note of it.
it’s as if she's been under a spell lately, completely and utterly captivated by the sweet poison from the vampire’s lips. when he lets up just enough for her to catch her breath—a brief moment—they part, only for desperate fingers to find their way into the black web on his neck, pulling him back into another dizzying kiss.
to even consider grabbing her master in this manner, eager and wanting, as if livestock like her were worthy of freely kissing whoever, whenever she pleased.
but yui does, tugging on ruki’s choker, not even minding the taste of herself on his tongue—all the mind-numbing notes of bitter, iron, nectar—her senses in chaos as she chased the seductive corruption that beckons her into the abyss of no return.
and it's almost addictive to watch her like this, falling apart in his arms and entrusting her everything to ruki in exchange for how quickly he can bring her from earth to heaven. such a silly little human girl, letting herself slip into her own false pretenses that this would ever stop the rude awakening of the punishment waiting for her.
however, disciplinary action would have to wait; only for another moment longer will he even allow for this to go on.
like a true temptress learning from the snake that enticed eve, yui held ruki closer by his neck with one hand, while the other entangled in the black, messy waves of his hair, drawing him in and stealing his breath along with hers. oxygen became an afterthought as she inhaled ruki’s scent and savored his taste, making a shudder run through his body at her greedy noises, and a sudden tightness in his slacks below.
it was only for a few more seconds before yui shifted her grip from his hair to his shoulder, clawing at his blazer. it took a lot for her to release herself from his mouth, gasping for air as tears sparkled in her eyes. a shaky pant was all she was allowed before ruki claimed her lips again, purposefully sinking his fangs into the sensitive skin of her bottom lip, enjoying the way her body jolted at the sharp ache radiating in the lower half of her face.
all she could muster was a strained moan, attempting to turn her head away, only for him to catch hold of her neck.
ruki released his teeth from yui’s mouth, licking over the swollen flesh that oozed bright red, “you seem to be enjoying yourself quite well, livestock…” he murmured, a coo dipped in honeydew, and he kissed her again, tenderly, “however…”
he watched as her tears ran down her temples, delightfully indulging in the sight, “i don't recall this being a pleasurable reprimanding.”
his cold fingers wrapped around her throat tighter, and he could feel her pulse racing underneath his touch, and the warmth that was embracing him in between her legs.
something surely must be in the air, because yui never let go of the webs that encase ruki’s neck (from her)—her fingers wrapped around the neckband so she could bring him closer to where she wants him most. and he lets her, but only for a moment does he surrender to his own desires.
whatever trance is affecting her may be affecting him, too.
