The overlooking, obsession, past lovers and indulgence of your citrusy soul—it all reminded me of the biblical beginning of two people's vulnerability, Adam & Eve.

However, I didn't tear your being from my body. I molded it with only clay and water, using my hands to form each crease that was alive on your skin. That is when you came to life in my eyes.

I began to run the pad of my finger on your tongue, feeling the smooth and wet surface that I desperately wanted around me. It reminded me of the aftertaste of chocolate, milky with this long-standing satisfaction.

The ropes were tied on your wrists, behind your back in shibari style with eyes that weren't dominant at all like they were before. They had tears in them, begging to be adored in this state. No, they were pleading for something more, I couldn't exactly think of what but I wanted to feed into all of your wants at the moment.

"Are you sure you want to do this?", he questioned as his eyes scanned over your face, admiring every soft pant that escaped your moist lips.

"Just fuck me."

He laughed at your response, he knew you were assertive but not this demanding.

His hands glided down to your thighs and his teeth felt sharper compared to their appearance as they pierced into your shoulder, making you moan out in relief to feel his warmth against your skin. Your cores became hot, passionate for one another in this moment.

Trailing, counting how many seconds it takes to reach your sweet spot after putting his fingers inside you, using his thumb to make your body tense and relax as he applied pressure to your clit.

"Give me more..."

Your shame? Plummeted—Your greed was flowing through the air, choking you and Akaashi. It became so strong that his muscles became more defined, they came out like the claws of a innocent cat.

"I'll try to be gentle," he smirked.

Your position connected with his, touching your core with swiftness which made you feel a stab of euphoria hit you, making you ooze onto his fingers. Your moans were struggling, he savored them as he parted his lips to breathe each pitch into his system.

His body was a parasite, so was the anger that grew in Suna as he heard all of the changes in motion from behind the walls as he was fumbling his keys in the doorknob.

Is this how Hell sounded? Instead of angels and their singing, the succumbed Devils were busy making halos of leaking euphoria on top of their heads, exposing vulnerability to their victims who couldn't match their appeal.

Finally, Suna understood why God kicked Adam & Eve out of their paradise.

He gave them naivety, that pleasure of control was taken away from him. He could taste the defeat from the tears that went to resonate on his lips, like the taste of your cum that Akaashi tasted on his tongue.