We had the shadows that resembled two people in desperation for one another by the casted sunlight on our yearning bodies. Your body was on top of me, yet you were melting underneath the palm of my hands as our lips pressed against one another in such slowness that quickened our hearts. We weren't fucking, we were making love even though it was our first time with one another. You were right, you were committing crimes in my mind without any parol.

"How long have you been wanting to do this?" I whisper as I kiss the space on your neck.

Your voice was so soft, your sounds were innocent as your actions weren't. Goosebumps formed on your flesh with each nibble I placed on your body, moving my hands lower which made your back arch slightly in response. At this point, your shirt was moved up from your body for me to see your bra that complimented your shade and your pants were undone, down to your thighs for me to feel more of you. I was basically tearing each fabric that laid on your body in one position, you were my fruit to devour and juice.

"Mind your business."

You bit my neck, making me groan out in such shock that aroused me more which you feel underneath you as my length grew even more. The warmth of your mouth and your whole body made me want to peel the mask of restraint from myself, and fuck you for all of your neighbors to hear. But, I didn't.

My hands slithered their way to your neck, and then your chin to make you focus on my eyes that gleamed lust. Then, I was rudely awakened from my fantasies of eating you alive by the sound of a knock on the door.

A familiar knock that only came from one person, Suna RIntaro.

You smiled, patting my cheek before you rose your body from mine, leaving me breathless and hungry for more kisses on my soft lips that no longer tasted like brown sugar because their taste was so diluted by yours. You fixed yourself up, leaving no trace of our actions besides my unraveled exterior with a red bite mark on my neck. And of course, my manhood's state exposed for anybody who walks in to see.

As you opened the door for the soft eyed photographer, I covered my lap with one of the throw pillows from the couch so I wouldn't die from not only a thirst that only you could quench but questions of the man that was familiar with my current state.

"Hey," he greeted you.

"Hi stranger," your tone was rudely sweet, "is there a reason you're here?"

Suna sighed, he could understand the tension between you both was because of his absence from the apartment you two shared. This was the first time I ever seen such emotions from you.

"Can you drop the childish shit?", he came closer to your face which I could see from where I was sitting and it annoyed me, he didn't deserve your emotions because I would preserve each word you gave me, he couldn't satisfy enough of your mind and body like I could.

You sighed in annoyance, "What is it that you want?"

His hands slid their way on your waist, they seemed so comfortable doing that: it made me wonder how many times has he done that but that thought drifted away after you pushed him away with your hand, "I have a guest over, we can talk later."

"What", he calmly laughed in disbelief, "Who's over at our home?"

"A friend."

My ears burned at the word, those words began to tingle my eardrums because after all this time, you finally claimed the artist who's been secretly pining over you since I met you. It hurt and healed my ego at the same time.

"Let me in," he demanded more coldly.

"Then how long are you going to stay this time?", you crossed your arms over your chest.

He squinted his eyes in genuine confusion, "Why does it matter? I pay the rent on time and I don't leave a mess, what's your issue?"

"Come back when you figure it out", you shut the door in his face, latching the top lock so he couldn't open it up with his key which made him even more agitated based on the loud groan he released that could be heard from behind the door.

Then, you walked over to me with your signature cold look but your next words warmed me up.

"Come over tomorrow night," you instructed, "I want to finish this."