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The most convenient time for the heater to die was during the coldest days of winter in Crossroads. Zuka could see his breath drift into the air, the visible steam a telltale of the low temperature in the room. He was glad he still had the thick jackets from when he used to live in Blackrock and its freezing climate but even those weren't keeping him that warm.
"Chilly today, hm?"
Zuka jolted slightly and sat up straighter on the couch at the suddenness of their words.
"Darkheart- don't scare me like that..." Zuka huffed, giving a tired scowl that lacked venom.
He'd been distracted by the weather and didn't notice their presence beforehand. A snicker came from the shadowy corner at the doorway, a bright, green grin appearing in the dark. The deity emerged from their hiding spot, walking over to Zuka's side at the end of the couch.
Darkheart glanced around, noticing the TV that was on and currently playing something. "Whatcha watching~?"
It was some action and mystery show or something. Not really good but better than the other stuff there was to watch. Darkheart sits down, deciding to watch with Zuka. They never really understood the appeal of movies. Why watch chaos on a screen when they can just cause it themselves and watch it live? Nonetheless, they stayed oddly quiet as the show continued to play.
At some point, a 'romantic' scene came up, the main character starting to kiss with some girl — who even was she? Darkheart hadn't been paying much attention to who was who. Zuka grumbled quietly, reaching for the remote to skip to the actual plot. Unfortunately for him, the deity beside him leaned over, pinning his arm down with their body.
He casted an unamused glance at them, his voice coming out a little gravelly from disuse, "what, you want to watch this part?"
Darkheart gave a small hum, their attention still remaining on the TV and replying with a simple, "nah."
"So why're you-"
"We should do that."
Zuka let out a sound that was like a scoff, except there was an underlying hint of fluster.
"What... do you mean by that," he mumbled, shifting slightly on the cushions into a more comfortable position.
"Oh, y'know... kiss!" Their smile widened a bit and they turned to face him now.
A faint tint of blush dusted the veteran's face as his brows furrowed, his gaze flickering between the floor and Darkheart. Their bluntness had caught him off guard. But was he really going to say no to the idiot?
"Fine... c'mere," he sighed, moving back to let the deity get closer.
Darkheart climbed on top of Zuka, their arms wrapping around the back of his neck as they laid their head against his chest. Their legs dangled off the couch, being far too tall to lay there properly. They purred softly as they nuzzled into him, their tail wagging slowly behind them.
Zuka brought his hand up to take off their hat, setting it aside on the ground. He then applied gentle pressure to the top of their head, rubbing slow, soothing circles. A small sigh left Darkheart's mouth, their body relaxing completely.
The veteran moved his hand down to cup their jaw, brushing his thumb along the black markings on their cheek. They were really warm. He brought them forward, leaning into a kiss. It wasn't rushed. The pair took their sweet time feeling each other's lips.
When they broke the kiss, they barely parted away, their foreheads still pressed together. Their breaths mingled as they tried to steady them before immediately going back in. Darkheart pushed a bit rougher, the action becoming more desperate. Zuka met them with equal passion.
By the time they paused to gasp for air again, their breathing became ragged. Darkheart moved down, planting a kiss onto Zuka's neck. He groaned quietly, his head tilting back to give them better access to where his skin was sensitive. They trailed back up to his mouth, gently nipping his bottom lip then kissing again.
Zuka's lips felt numb but he didn't miss the unmistakable feeling of Darkheart's tongue brushing against them, begging for entry. He opened his mouth slightly to let them in, his own tongue seeking for theirs. Their abnormally long tongue curled around his, tasting him hungrily and earning another soft groan from him.
His hand slid down Darkheart's waist, a slow caress, then moved to find where their wing met their back. When the deity felt that deliberate contact on their wing, they gave a drawn out whine, their back arching a bit.
Zuka paused the kiss for a moment, mumbling against their lips, "y' like that, hm...?"
Darkheart replied with a needy whine and pressed their face firmer into his chest. The feeling of his fingers brushing across the skeletal frame of their wing was almost maddening. He rubbed a particularly sensitive spot and elicited a sharp, keening sound from them, their wing extending out to its full span for a moment before they eased out from the sudden spike of pleasure.
They shifted to bury their face into the crook of Zuka's neck, muffling their low whimpers. As he continued the leisurely paced strokes, they gave him a sluggish lick along his neck. The mellow warmth of their breath quickly turned into a stab of pain, a strangled gasp escaping his throat. Darkheart had sank their sharp teeth into his skin, now sucking tenderly. He moaned, biting his own lip to stifle the sound.
When Darkheart pulled back, there was a dark bruise, a beautiful purple on his pale skin. He exhaled shakily and brought their face back to his neck with his hand for more. The deity laughed breathily then went in for another bite.
More broken gasps filled the quiet room, being the only sounds aside from the audio from the TV, which was now background noise and long forgotten by the two.
Zuka's hand drifted back down. It skimmed past the base of Darkheart's tail and got a loud, unadulterated cry from them. They immediately tensed up, their grip on his jacket's collar tightening.
"... More... p-please- again-" they begged, their voice coming out strained before cutting off into a yelp when Zuka pressed his palm against that same spot.
Darkheart's backside lifted up slightly like a cat's would, their tail wagging more erratically as Zuka kept petting it. He lightly scratched the underside of it, further driving them deeper into their state of delirious delight. His nail got caught in one of their scales and accidentally pulled at it, a piercing strike of pain hitting them. They whimpered, yet they didn't recoil. The fins on their tail prodded the other's hand, craving for more of that pain.
Zuka hummed, then grabbed the end of their tail and gave it a sharp tug, sending agonising pleasure up their spine as they shuddered and moaned. He squeezed the flesh of their tail and picked at their scales, not with enough force to rip out any, but instead just to give them tiny twinges. Darkheart's sharp claws dug into his back, almost tearing the fabric of his clothes.
They panted, beads of sweat forming on their forehead. Their long hair clung to their face that was flushed dark crimson. Another pull of their tail made them convulse and whine breathlessly.
"Ah- mmgh... Zuka~..." Their voice trailed off into incoherent strings of nonsense.
Zuka yanked them into another kiss, far more aggressive than the previous ones, his teeth grazing Darkheart's lips then biting down.
"F-fuck-! Haahh..." It was overwhelming, the soreness of their tail with the fresh ache in their lips.
They then practically stuck their tongue down Zuka's throat, almost touching the very back of his mouth. He gagged, an abrupt inhale, squeezing his eyes shut as they started to water.
Choking a little, he rasped out, "augh- Dargheart... th-thtop-"
The other mewled, dragging their tongue along the roof of his mouth before retracting it a bit to let him breathe. The subtle widening of their grin expressed their amusement.
Both inphernals began to feel worn out, the kisses they exchanged becoming gentler and gentler until they were giving each other tiny pecks and chuckling under their breaths together. The intensity they'd shared simmered down into a quiet afterglow, the only movement being the steady rise and fall of their chests.
"Feeling any warmer?" Darkheart's voice cut through the silence.
Zuka hadn't realised how their embrace had completely overridden the cold air until now. He could still feel his face burning from the earlier events.
"Uh- yeah. Yeah..." he mumbled, holding onto their body more securely with his arm.
He glanced to his right, noticing that the TV was still on, though not playing anything — it had stopped by itself after the movie ended. He felt he should get up and search for the remote that was probably lodged somewhere between the couch cushions to turn it off. But he felt drowsy. Very drowsy. He barely registered his tiredness before he slipped into slumber, eyes drooping closed.
Darkheart watched him fall asleep, their smile that was unusually soft somehow becoming even softer. They rested their head back onto his chest and allowed themself to doze off, content.