The last couple of minutes flew by in a blur. At first, you two were in the living room, browsing through the movies Azathoth suggested to Arc for both of you to watch (only for you to immediately catch on how ridiculously explicit they all were). Then you were huddled together on the couch, deciding the movies were largely unnecessary for what was to come. You both reveled in each other's warmth, and before you knew it, your lips met, sparking a rousing, burning flame between the two of you, one that had surely built up since the day Arc confessed upon the Shinjuku Academy rooftop... Perhaps longer.
In the middle of your heated make-out session, Arc led you to their room on the second floor. Stepping inside, you immediately noticed the ever-so-sweet and familiar scent you had long since associated with the Genociders' guild master. Your eyes briefly gazed across the simple, dimly-lit bedroom adorned with varying kinds of landscape paintings, though whether these had been bought or works made by Arc themself, you couldn't say.
Before you could say anything though, Arc's lips and hands found yours again as your back was pressed against the now closed door. They remained as intense as they had been in the living room, if not more passionate as compared.
Suddenly, your clothes felt terribly warmer than usual. Seconds later, your top was gone and your skirt fell to a pile at your feet. Arc only managed to get their sweater off of themselves when you kissed them again, though after seeing how stunning you looked in your undergarments, they didn't mind it at all.
Soon enough, your back was not to the door, but laid flat onto the sheets of their bed. The sheets felt cool against your warm, exposed skin, and you shivered slightly at the touch. This didn't escape Arc's notice, and, without breaking your shared kiss, they wrapped their arms around you, pressing their body closer to yours to keep you warm.
After a few more moments, you two parted from each other, both of you panting heavily as you both took a second to collectively catch your breaths. Above you, Arc gazed upon your face with heavy-lidded eyes as one of their hands reached for your cheek, while the other went towards your free hand. Their expression was hazy with desire, and this--coupled with the feeling of both your still-clothed groins pressed together--made you more keenly aware of your own arousal.
"Arc..."
"<Name>..." Simply hearing their ragged, throaty voice calling for you sent a pleasurable shiver down your spine and straight to your core. "Are you alright?"
You nodded, smiling. The flame of passion continued to burn in their fiery orbs, yet it was evident that they were keeping it reined in. Though they wanted to resume what they were doing moments prior, their love and concern for your well-being forever remained their top priority. You couldn't help feeling enamored at how considerate they were being in spite of themself, though you supposed this was something you owed to their intense self-discipline.
"Shall we... Continue?" They asked, their lips seemingly--and quite eagerly--trembling with anticipation. "Like I said... I won't do anything you don't like, <Name>."
Slipping your other hand from their back, you brought it up towards their cheek in turn, your smile and gaze towards them unwavering.
"Don't be shy. This is what I want..." And with a seductive lick of your lips, you added, "You're exactly what I want."
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Dear god. What happened to keeping these two vanilla? My ass is gonna need some bonking after this painting. 😂
Not gonna lie though, I squeal at the thought of creating what happens further from here... But I think for the time being, I'm satisfied with wrapping up my obsession with this pairing through this piece. 💕
I resolved to make this painting mostly blue and cool to the eyes, as I realized I haven't really made a nighttime painting for the winter months (or any painting with snow in it for that matter). I kinda enjoy this moody way of painting, so maybe I'll try to do something similar in the future.
For now, though, I think I'll spend some time doing some Japanese studies before I get back into arting again. 😊 Speaking of Japanese, Kousoku in this context is written as 拘束, which means restrain or bind.
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