I am loving these first time requests. ❤ Bless you nonny-mice. AND WAHHHH I MISS THEM TOO. </3
“You’re a good man.” Kurona nuzzles the back of Seidou’s neck.
“Am I?” he grumbles.
“Yes.” Kurona smiles at him. She’s not a shy person, but right now she feels it. They’re alone in an abandoned building. They can make it theirs, even if for one night. “Seidou, have you ever had sex?”
Takizawa loves the sound of his first name on her lips. In fact, he’s so focused on that, he almost misses the question. “Wait, what?”
“Would you want to?” Kurona lowers her eyes.
Feral hunger consumes Takizawa. He digs his teeth into her lips. “You don’t find me revolting?”
“I find you magnetic.” Kurona pushes him down onto the floor. “So no, I don’t.”
She yanks off her shirt, and Takizawa squeals at the sight of her chest.
“Turn you on?” she teases.
He nods fervently. His heart hammers.
Kurona chuckles and removes his cloak, his pinstriped turtleneck. Her eyes soften at his scars, and she traces them lovingly with her hands.
Takizawa presses his lips against her unhealed stomach.
Kurona beams at him. He pulls off her pants and promptly fears he might have a heart attack from how perfect her body is. How perfect she is. Yasuhisa Kurona.
When he bares himself before her, he sees admiration and love in her eyes. The kind of love he’d long given up.
She’s reignited those fires. He lets her sink onto him, and their connected. Not just by body, but by Kanou, by consuming families, by half-breeds in an unforgiving world, by love and ferocity and hope and redemption.
Takizawa feels all this and more as they rock together. Kurona feels happy and secure. They lie panting side-by-side, caressing each other with their gazes, when Seidou asks meekly, “Again?”
Kurona smiles. She’s certain Shiro’s holding her thumbs up in heaven.















