'The Tiny Iceberg' - [Aoi/Uruha] 1/?

[colberry]

the tiny iceberg; #1

Those lips were like blushing petals trailing down his throat and Aoi could only gasp and sputter - Uruha digging his nails deep into his willing hips; thorns pricking, crimson to alabaster.

Uruha could feel the moan hum against his mouth - so tempting to swallow each breath and strangled whisper of his name - and he pressed closer to Aoi’s jugular; kissed each thrum of Aoi’s pulse.

He kissed each beat pleading for him to stay, never fucking stop, you’re mine, you’re mine —

And Uruha let Aoi tug his auburn hair, lose his mind as vertigo collapsed in their chests - placed a trembling hand over the elder’s heart.

Yours.

.:.:.:.

A/N:  I might start a series of these 5-sentence-fics :D