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suitor: nokto warnings: nsfw-ish, slight angst towards the end

Your vision fills with Nokto, moonlit, decadent, as he closes the distance. The curtains billow and your shadows melt into one against his bedroom wall.

"Do you want to know what I was doing in the bathroom?" His voice is lower now, huskier, and it soaks into the skin of your shoulder, neck, jaw, ear... His hands do not remain idle.

You ache for him. "You don't have to say." You need him. "I can probably guess." You want his every confession.

But you've never been easy, and you aren't about to start now.

"But when I look at your pretty eyes, and your..." He nips your bottom lip and whispers, "...sexy lips." His sweet breath tickles your chin and makes you heady. "I can't help but want to tell you. In detail."

The emphasis he puts on the last two words alone ignites every nerve ending in your body, and before you know it, his name peels off your hungry tongue. Warmth pools in your cheeks. Your voice sounds pathetic to your ears, but to Nokto it must have sounded like something else entirely because his eyes darken and his brow grows taut. His own lips part, catching stray moonlight as the curtains billow once more. He takes your lips, he keeps them, for a long, dizzying tumble. Your back hits the bed. Nokto is flush against your chest.

But he pulls away just as you go to embrace him. His gaze settles on something off to the side. You follow it and find him staring at his own reflection in the upright mirror. A chagrined laugh ripples from him. "Look what you do to me."