Work Text:
Y el pensar en ti me hace recordar
El encanto que provoca tu fragilidad
Quedarme sentado aquí me puede congelar
El hablar de ti me puede delatar
Podría gritar, que me dejes beber de tu sangre
Kyojuro sleeps. As he should, he's been through enough today. Akaza had to scare away some insolent idiot who decided to challenge him by attacking his human. He dealt with that loser swiftly. He'll think twice next time he tries to injure what belongs to him.
For now, Kyojuro has been bandaged and is sleeping peacefully. Akaza sat beside him, looking at the sleeping form of his human. His. He'd destroy anyone who dared to touch him. He'd broken the curse of Muzan for him. Kyojuro was his, and now he belonged to Kyojuro.
Looking at him sleep made him feel elated. There was a certain charm to how fragile he looked in slumber. Akaza removed some stray hair from his forehead, and noticed a cut he hadn't bandaged, it seems like it was already healed, but there was still a bit of dry blood in it. Akaza's pupils dilate at the sight of it.
Kyojuro has never let him taste his blood. But Kyojuro isn't awake right now. And if he does wake, Akaza can always say that he was just kissing his neck. He just wants a little taste. It can't hurt, right?
He learns down and tentatively licks the dry blood off the wound and oh, oh, it's glorious. It's just as he thought, his blood is different. He presses his lips to the wound, in a soft kiss, and feels Kyojuro stir.
"What are you doing?" He mumbles, when Akaza presses another kiss to the wound. "That hurts."
"Can I not kiss my beloved?"
"You can, but I'd rather you do it while I'm awake and able to reciprocate." Kyojuro sat up a little, with Akaza still laying a bit on top of him. He touched his neck where Akaza kissed him. The dry blood apparently removed, so now fresh blood was coming out. "Oh, it seems I had a cut there."
"Don't stand up. I got it." Akaza went to get the bandages again and carefully bandaged the cut, before doing so, however, he pressed another kiss to the wound, tasting once again the blood from the one he loved so dearly. "All done."
"Did you kiss it better?"
"I did. You'll be healed before you know it." Akaza licked his lips before Kyojuro turned to look at him. Hopefully there were no traces of his blood there, Kyojuro would never know why he kissed there.
To his surprise, Kyojuro brought his fingers that touched the wound to Akaza's lips and smiled.
"Go ahead. You don't have to ask. It's for you."
Surprised, Akaza licked the blood off those fingers, looking Kyojuro in the eye as he did so. He didn't have to ask!
But he would anyway. He would never take anything from Kyojuro without asking.