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“Would you forgive me, HiMERU-san?” Tatsumi asks and smiles.
Tatsumi maps the outline of HiMERU’s face: the way his blue hair gently casades against his jawline, and his amber eyes that never hides its disdain towards him.
His eyes actually never met his. Instead, they are looking past him.
Those eyes alway brings back the heavy wave of guilt that makes his eye water and sting.
Tatsumi pays no mind to it now, choosing to focus on the heat radiating off the body that hovering in front of him. Tatsumi looks up, his face slightly flushed.
HiMERU then shoves him against the brick wall, and grabs Tatsumi’s hair forcefully. He curls his hand into Tatsumi's hair. Too soft and light in his hands, almost like sand slipping in between his fingers, he fists his hands tighter into his hair.
Tatsumi lets out a noise of pain.
“Does it hurt, Tatsumi-san?” HiMERU mocks.
“Hi-”
“It’s good that it hurts doesn’t it? HiMERU was also hurt back then.” HiMERU sneers, leaning in closer, their breaths mingling into one.
He watches as Tatsumi squirms under his grasp, his violet eyes fluttering and glossing over as HiMERU continues to fists his hands tighter.
HiMERU jerks him toward himself, and presses his lips messily against Tatsumi’s.
Tatsumi shakily reaches for HiMERU’s back for support, as every breath and oxygen is taken away from him with each press of HiMERU’s mouth. It hurts so much— the pain swallows and fills him, as if everything is being taken away from. Himself, his sins—
Tatsumi breaks the kiss, giving a slight push against HiMERU’s shoulder to catch himself. He barely gets enough time to catch his breath before the other clicks his tongue in annoyance, grips his jaw, and kisses him back harder than before. He’s shoved roughly against the rough brick walls, but the pain exhilarates him.
HiMERU finally breaks the kiss, looking at the work he has undone— Tatsumi falling apart right in his hands. He looks at his face flushed with a pretty pink, the flutter of his wet eyelashes, and his soft pretty gasps that falls from his swollen lips.
“As long as you repent, you’re forgiven.” HiMERU presses against his throat with a warning.
“I’ll accept and take everything you give me,” Tatsumi responds breathlessly.
Tatsumi gives a light smile. He can still taste HiMERU, sweet and bitter. Addicting. He touches his lips, and looks back up.
“Would you forgive me again, HiMERU-san?” Tatsumi smiles.