It’s cute, isn’t it? They’ll be letting it go later this afternoon. May we go?"
His eyes trace the curve of her smile and he nods.
"Yes, we may go."
He ignores the flutter in his chest when she smiles wide and happy and kisses him on the cheek again. He hands her back the baby turtle. She runs off with it, to hand it back to the resort worker.
When she comes back he takes her hand an leads her to their room. He is kissing her as soon as they are through the door. She sighs against him and he leads them to the bed, taking off his shirt and shorts as they go along. Her clothing is gone as well. She pushes her tongue inside his mouth, it slides against his. He pulls away to bite down on her neck as he thrusts himself inside her.
She’s beautiful underneath him, withering and moaning his name. It’s never sounded as nice as when it’s on her lips, falling and tumbling, Seijūrō, Seijūrō, Seijūrō.
It shouldn’t feel this good. It shouldn’t but it does and he can’t stop himself, can’t hold himself back, when she’s so soft and slick against him. When her face is flushed, her mouth open and panting, and her legs tight around his waist.
"You’re mine," he says, in a growl that he’s never heard leave his mouth before, "Mine. And I’ll kill anyone that tries to take what’s mine."
He kisses her then, with his teeth and tongue. His hands are on her hips, grasping tightly, before they go to her breasts, palming them gently. A contrast to the movement of his hips against hers.
He’s never felt so possessive over something or someone before. She’s his, his, his, and only his. He hates it when she smiles at other men that aren’t him.
She sighs against him, “I love you.”
He grasps her hair, pulls her head back roughly, and sinks his teeth into her throat. He wants to mark her, a sign of ownership. Back off. He’d really kill for her and he doesn’t think she minds that thought as much as she should because she is whining and she’s getting wetter and tighter around him. He takes one of her legs, places it over his shoulder as he thrusts harder and faster into her. His bite marks litter her collarbone and neck and shoulders, he’s even left a few on her breasts and the inside of her thighs. God, what is she doing to him? She’s making him act with no ounce of self-control, almost animalistic. Her hips are bruised from the tight hold of his hands. His knees dig into the mattress as she lets out a low keening whine and comes around him. He tenses and shudders against her, filling her. Satsuki.
His body rests on top of hers, the softness of her breasts pressing against his chest. He pants into the side of her neck, still inside her. He can feel her own breathing against his shoulder.
"Are you hungry?" he says, when his breathing has returned to normal.
She nods, a little dazed. He lifts himself from her, pulling out of her with a small grunt. He calls down and asks them to bring their food up. He turns to her then, to ask her what she wants. He shouldn’t have.
Her legs are still spread, giving him a nice view. She makes a pretty sight. He tells the person on the phone to cancel the order of food, something has…come up. He’ll call them later. He practically throws the phone aside. He pulls her against him and she doesn’t resist, not even when he flips her onto her stomach.
She looks at him though, over her shoulder and he mouth opens in a soundless moan when he enters her.
He’s sure he’s never going to get tired of her. He can’t even remember of he’s hungry or thirsty or tired when he’s inside of her. He doesn’t think it really matters, as long as she keeps pushing back against him just like that.
He doesn’t understand it this feeling in his heart but he doesn’t really care.
Ad long as it keeps feeling this nice.
;
He orders foods two hours later.
They take a shower and dress before eating.
He doesn’t look at her, doesn’t touch her, because he’s sure they’ll be here for another two hours. He needs to remember his composure around her. He doesn’t understand why she makes him lose his self-control that easily. Beauty, he’s use to beauty. But she is an a league of her own. When he thinks about her, the curve of her smile, the brightness of her eyes, the smoothness of her skin, he loses himself. There is her and only her in his mind.
Akashi doesn’t understand it.
They head down, to the beach, to watch the resort worker set the baby turtle free.
She smiles and holds his hand.
They walk along the beach. His eyes are drawn to the way the sun reflects of her hair and skin. He can’t help the satisfaction he feels when he sees his bite marks. He knows it isn’t right, to be so violently in love with someone—because his is love, even he can admit that. It’s not like love is a weak emotion to feel, it just isn’t strong enough to withstand. There’s nothing wrong in loving her.
The sun is setting. They sit down on the beach to watch it. He kisses her lightly as it goes down, tongue sliding into her mouth. They walk back to the resort, back to their room.
.
"Are you happy?" he pants, moving against her.
She smiles at him, “You make me happy.”
He bites down on her lip as he comes.
;
One week with her and he still not had his fill of her. He has to reprimand himself at the way his eyes rake over her form heatedly, lingering on her curves. It’s unbecoming of him. What would his parents say, his father, if they caught him looking at her like that?
It’s unbecoming.
It is unbecoming of him to lose all his self-control at the thought of her. It is unbecoming to feel the way he feels when he thinks about her, when he is around her, and when genus inside her.
Unbecoming, is what his parents would say (his father especially), of their heir.
They wouldn’t understand. Akashi himself doesn’t understand.
But when she is smiling at him, beaming at him, and telling him that she loves him.
He doesn’t really care, doesn’t think it really matters.
Because there is only her and him. And he is happy
She makes him happy
;
"I’d like to marry you."
He doesn’t look at her. He doesn’t blush. His face is serious.
She smiles at him. His heart flutters in his chest.
"Yes," she says, kissing him on the cheek.
;
And that’s how it starts.