Mizuki Sayeko had never been fond of the whole 'soulmates' concept, not when her past warned her of the side-effects of falling too deep into the lucid, hypnotising trap. With piercing gazes, a stone-cold heart, would her soulmates ever get through...
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"...KEIJI."
Delightment spread through his veins, a soft smile blossoming across his features like a spring flower blooming, tender under the vision of the universe. He reached forward, grabbing her hand and lacing their fingers together.
With a squeeze of reassurance, he directed them to her bedroom upstairs, shutting the door behind them without a single thought. The moon watched her children interact, smiling fondly at the love shining clearly in both their eyes. She averted her gaze, turning to look to the rest of the world as the soulmate duo grabbed the hem of each other's shirt, pulling it off their bodies and relishing in the heavenly sight before them.
"You're beautiful," he said, eyes outlining her seated body, his fingers drifting to her shorts, tracing over the scars on her thighs. "Every single part of you."
Akaashi glanced up, capturing those hypnotising lilac orbs with his gunmetal ones.
"Promise me you'll talk to us if you ever feel like that again."
"I'll try."
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and he leant forward, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "That's all I ask."
Mizuki smiled softly, reaching up and cupping his cheek with her hand, directing his face downwards and connecting their lips together. They moved in sync, slowly, tenderly. She was turned inside out by the ache in his voice, the taste of his tongue dancing with hers in a blasphemous waltz.
Insecurity seeped into her, and Mizuki knew it wasn't her own. She pulled back, sensing the cause of the emotion and grabbing Akaashi's fingers. He watched her silently, eyes trained onto her as she brought them to her lips, brushing them against each finger and each knuckle. Lilac eyes stared deep into his soul, capturing Akaashi's full attention, enrapturing him by the plethora of purple flecks floating freely and the swooping arches of silver around her blown pupils.
He flushed gently, and his insecurity ebbed away slowly.
"Thank you, Mizuki."
She only smiled, eyes softening until they sparkled with an overlay of mischief. She parted her mouth, slipping two of his fingers inside, the male shuddering at the wet heat. Mizuki guided them all the way down.
Akaashi's eyes widened.
She didn't have a gag reflex.
A laugh bubbled out of his throat. "We can make use of that another day," he said, pulling his fingers out of her mouth. "But today, let me take care of you."
"Okay," she whispered, falling against the sheets with a gentle nudge from her youngest soulmate. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, hands trailing down her sides and reaching the waistband of her shorts, pulling them off in one fell sweep, relishing in the sight under him.
