Underground Secrets ( M-jow and Sosuke0549 )

[Sosuke0549]

Fang checked the time on his phone, heaving a heavy sigh of irritation. It was 2am, and he didnt get a chance to see Sora, other than that morning. So much for that...

He slipped his phone into his pocket and headed back to the bar. It was a busy night and there was no chance he'd be able to get away now, especially since he was closing. His eyes wondered over the dance floor, watching magical creatures get drunk, dance, and make out with each other. Tonight was water night...meaning water would rain down from the ceiling drenching the party goers, as well as the performers. When Leon left, his presence did not go unnoticed. Many of the regulars were disappointed and the club still hadn't found a replacement...

( I'm gonna have to mop this entire fucking place) He frowned. These were always the worse nights to have...but he had pissed off his manager so much...that this shift was a given. 

"Hey Mutt, I need a round of rainbow shots, 3 bloody martinis, and two rum and cokes."

Fang tilted his head to the side ever so slightly. He didn't even try to hide how annoyed he was.

Raven....ever since their one night stand, she was alot more hostile. Vampires....they always hold grudges. He sucked his teeth and leaned aginest the counter, not moving a muscle. 

"Uh- what the fuck- Fang! Hurry up. I know you heard me."

 

He turned to her, his eyes glowing. 

" Whatever your issue is with me...I suggest you drop it...Speak to me like that again...And I'll rip out your fangs..."

 

She flinched, a mix of fear but also rage. Her eyes glowed red in response. 

"I could easily kick your ass! Im nowtscared of you."

 

"Hmp...if I knew fucking you would leave you this sour...I would of kept my dick in my pants. "

 

"E-excuse me!!"

 

" No one told you to catch feelings and get all bitter, stop taking your anger out on me...its pathetic and annoying. "

 

"S-shut up! I would never catch feelings for a prick like you! The fact that we even had sex makes me wanna puke!"

 

" sure....whatever you have to tell yourself. But seriously...." He glared at her. 

"Don't ever call me a mutt again. " His tone deadly. It actually sent chills down Ravens spine...he wasnt kidding. He turned and began working on her order, leaving her standing next to bar... looking rather...disappointed. 

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" You gotta be kidding..." He groaned. By the time he stepped outside the bar to lock up, the sun was already rising. Cleaning the place up had taken him much longer than he thought. Perks for pissing off his boss.... closing all by yourself. He checked his phone. 6:45am.

He sighed. ( Of course...) With it being morning already, it was time for him to switch gears. Now he needed to be a good boyfriend. He slipped his phone into his pocket along with the keys to the bar and started to walk in the direction to Sora's apartment. 

 

On the way, He decided to stop by a bakery to pick up some donuts and warm tea for his boyfriend. Fang typically walked Sora to school, but given the time he figured he'd stop by early to bring him food and hang out with him before exams. The week ahead was going to be rather brutal for the human...so Fang didnt want to distract him...and yet...he still wanted to be around him. Plus...he needed to make up for him not finding the time to see Sora yesterday or texting him goodnight. He had lost track of time. 

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"Thanks...I owe you. "

" Yeah yeah...suppressants are easy to get...but these..these tranquilizer pens are not...I suggest you be more careful."

"I get it...I don't need a lecture. "

Ray threw his hands up in the air defensively. 

"I'm just saying," he huffed. " Your already walking on thine ice. "

Fang rolled his eyes, taking the pen and medication off the counter. " I get it...."

 

" By the way....You better avoid Ichon for the next few days...there's a turf war going down between White Claw and Black Beasts...White Claw has been expanding recently..."

" ...ok.." 

Ray nodded. " Alright...Keep your phone on, I'm gonna need your help when the next shipment comes. "

Fang nodded again as he walked out of the store, tossing his hand up in the air, letting his friend know to take care, and that he'd be back again soon. 

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Fang stood outside Sora's apartment door with his breakfast in hand. He pulled out his phone to call the human. It took forever for Sora to pick up, probably because he was just now waking up. When his boyfriend finally answered he sounded irritated and half asleep. He grinned. 

"Morning Pipesqueak ~ How about you come open the door."

 

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When the words, 'I love you' slipped out of Asta's mouth, it was natural. He honestly didnt even have time to think, he just...said it. So when Leon suddenly pounced on him, he didnt expect it. 

 

His boyfriend crashed their lips together, causing Asta to tense up in Leon's arms, feeling his hands roam his body. They had kissed many times, but their was something different about right here and right now, Leon kissed him so long and hard, so deeply, that it was getting hard to breath. Almost like, he was addicted to him. It all happened to fast, and Asta found himself gripping on his boyfriend shirt, getting lost in it all. 

 

Weren't they fighting an hour ago?

Wasn't things awkward between them?

Wasn't he upset? 

 

Asta started to pant, moaning softly as he felt Leon's tongue make its way into his mouth. He began to tremble. 

 

Why...was he mad again? Why were they ever fighting?

 

[ “Say it again, God—say it again, Asta.”]

 

Asta melted into him. The man was taking his breath away and knocking down ever last wall of defense he had built. Burning away all the doubt he had been building up. 

"I- haa..haa..I l-lovvaah..y-youuuhhh~"

 

Asta felt himself getting hot, especially in between his legs. The hand that slid up his back, over his chest, and through his hair, tugging at his ends made him shiver. 

 

[ “You have no idea what you do to me,”]

Asta got goosebumps all over his skin, Leon was always so slow and gentle with him...but this time...he felt like he was about to be devoured. 

"Aaannh~ ..ha..t-taaggghh~ "

Leon’s movements were slow and methodical...and Asta was struggling to keep himself together. Leon was teasing him...torturing him...perhaps he needed to remind Asta who his body belonged to. Who it responded to. And why he was the only one who could have him responding this way. He could feel Leon between his legs...and God it was hot! 

 

He was just as turned on and hard as he was. 

[ “Don’t stop me, Unless you want me to. Because I swear, Asta, I don't want to stop. I want you.”]

They kissed again, it was a rough but warm and their hot breath mixed together. Leon was just as desperate and pint up as he was. 

 

They had already faced so many hurdles in their relationship...but in doing so, Asta was starting to realize just how much he loved him. How much he needed him, and how much he cherished him. Even with all the half truths and lies...

Asta blushed feeling Leon's fingers slip underneath his shirt, only to pull it off him. He bit his lip, watching with anticipation as Leon followed suite and took off his shirt. Leon was so defined and muscler with such pretty skin. No wonder he was trying to be a model. Would everyone get to see him like this?

No...when it was just them...Asta got to see a side of Leon that no body else could. 

( I want...to touch him..)

 

He thought to himself as he placed a hand on Leon's chest. His skin was so smooth...nothing like his. There weren't any scars or blemishes on his body...while Asta was covered in them due to playing basketball for so many years. 

His eyes met Leon's and he could already feel himself getting lost in those gorgeous eyes. He quickly looked away and threw his arms around Leon's shoulders, bearing his face into the side of his neck as he said shyly..."I-I...w-want you..i-inside me.."

Asta felt a wave of embarrassment for being so straight forward but...it was the truth...he could hardly handle anymore teasing...and he wasnt going to admit that he was dripping pre-cum thanks to their steamy make out session on the kitchen counter. Asta wasnt as bold as Leon was...but he wanted to be. And right now...he knew he wanted to have sex with his boyfriend.

 He just felt shy and embarressed to ask for it. 

[M-jow]

“…ugh.”

The sharp buzz of his phone rattling against the desk jolted Sora awake.

He blinked and dragging his face off the crook of his arm. A faint smudge of blue ink streaked across his cheek, courtesy of the anatomy notes he’d drooled on sometime between pulmonary circulation and cardiac output. 

 

His neck ached. His back hated him. Sora squinted at the screen. Fang.

A flutter stirred in his chest, brushing off the grogginess like it was nothing. He fumbled the phone off the desk and croaked into the speaker, “Hello…?”

There was a low chuckle on the other end, smug and warm like the morning sun bleeding through his blinds.

 

["Morning Pipesqueak ~ How about you come open the door."]

 

The flutter only intensified when he heard Fang’s voice on the other end. He sat up straighter, heart doing that ridiculous thing where it jumped like it recognized him faster than his brain could. “Wait, you’re here?” he asked, still fuzzy-brained and clinging to the edge of sleep.

"One second!"he repeated, pushing up from his chair. His knees cracked like broken twigs.

The hallway beyond his front door was silent, but he swore he could already feel Fang’s presence through the walls. That weighty warmth that always managed to stir something in him. Like he carried around an exited pup inside. Sora padded barefoot to the door, hoodie sleeves too long on his arms and still clinging faintly to Fang’s scent from yesterday.

He opened the door, cracked it open just wide enough to peek out.

Fang stood there with a brown paper bag and a tall paper cup of tea, his black hair pulled back messily and dark circles like bruises beneath his eyes. His smile was crooked, tired, and still devastatingly handsome.

Sora stared a little too long before remembering how doors worked. He swung it open the rest of the way, immediately going warm in the face. “You look like hell,” he muttered, heat crawling up the back of his neck before he quickly added. “...A hot version of hell!"

He stepped aside to let Fang in, trying not to stare too obviously. But his eyes kept going back to the dark circles under Fang’s eyes. He looked exhausted — really, truly worn down. And still, he’d come here.

Sora guessed he just came from work too with how he smelled of parfum, sweet cocktail sirup and.. a hint of something like... wet dog??

 

Sora followed him into the kitchen, brushing sleep from his eyes. The seeing the mess on the small dinning table he walk past him to try and clear all his things which was spread out. His papers was scattered and his pc a black screen, having long died. Sora tried to push everything aside quickly. 

And tried to act like he hadn’t actually slept in there.

 

“You didn’t have to come,” he said quietly, glancing at Fang from the corner of his eye. “I mean… I wanted to see you. But I didn’t mean to make you lose sleep.”

He bit the inside of his cheek. 

His fingers itched with the urge to reach out, to tuck a strand of hair behind Fang’s ear or touch his wrist or something.

But he didn’t. Instead, he looked at the bags in Fang’s hands.

“You brought donuts” A small, breathy laugh escaped him. “God, you’re ridiculous.”

He said, but his voice was too soft and happy to mistake him for being annoyed. His stomach was doing that fluttering again. And he was smiling without realizing it.

 

He was very happy to see Fang. But he also felt guilty about telling him to come by when the other hadn’t had any sleep since Sora used the pen on him. He doubted Fang had slept beside him after Sora had passed out to nights ago either.

 

Sora stepped up to Fang, his eyes warm with affection. Gently, he placed a hand against Fang’s cheek. “Hi,” he whispered, his voice soft. Then, with a tender smile, he leaned in and brushed his lips against Fang’s in a gentle, heartfelt kiss.

 

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Leon felt like he was hanging on by a single, fraying thread of self-control. Asta’s confession was gasoline on an already blazing fire inside him. His declaration of love didn’t just stir Leon’s heart; it ignited something deeper, darker, hungrier. Lust curled low in his stomach, hot and demanding, and he craved Asta with a need that went beyond flesh down to the soul.

The fight from earlier? Gone. Obliterated. Like his brain couldn't hold a single rational thought while his senses were drowning in Asta. His voice, his skin, his scent. All Leon could think about now was having him. Completely, endlessly, now.

His grip on Asta's waist tightened, fingers digging into soft skin as he pulled him impossibly closer. Leon’s arousal throbbed against him, aching with need, and this time he didn’t hold back—he wanted Asta to feel it. To know exactly what he was doing to him.

The moan that rumbled from Leon's chest was raw, desperate.

Hot and hungry. Nothing gentle left. Just need. His hands were restless, sliding along the curve of Asta’s lower back, down to his hips, thumbs slipping under the waistband of his pants. 

With a flick of his fingers, Leon snapped Asta’s jean button open and tucked his pants down along with his underwear.

Asta’s erection was almost just as hard as his own. Leon took Asta's cock in his palm and began stroking him hard and fast. He cursed at him on the inside for not having any lube at hand in the kitchin.

But then, with a wicked grin, he reached past him, brushing their bodies just enough to tease, and grabbed the olive oil from the counter. He brought it to his mouth, locking eyes with Asta, and popped the cap off with one hand and his teeth—slow and deliberate. The soft click of the cap hit the counter as he held the bottle between them and poured a generous amount over Asta member.

The oil made Leon’s hand more slippery as it dripped down his length.

Leon then pushed Asta’s back against the counter top and pulled is ass out over the edge so he was holding his legs over his arms. Showing everything to Leon. The shifter had a naughty grin as pressed the first finger into the human. Trying really hard to prepare him. Eventhough Leon just want to shov it in right now he couldn't let his hurt Asta like that. His ears burned from Asta’s moans and he quickly added another. He spread his fingers and fingered Asta’s rim until he could fit a tight third.

Once he felt Asta was loss enough and before Leon completly lost it he pulled hus fingers back and opened his own pants to released his throbbing cock. He was hlad hadn’t worn any underwear today to bother him. This was going completly comando.

Leon licked his lips and he looked at Asta with heated eyes that wanted to devour him. "Easy baby it's gonna get a little rough" he tried to prepare Asta as he ajust his angle and in one swift thrust he made Asta’s body take his entire Length in one go. Leon groaned as Asta’s tight entrance squeezed him in suprise. 

[Sosuke0549]

Fang grinned hearing Sora's voice. He could tell that his call had woke him up. He hung up when he heard the human tell him to wait. He slipped his phone into his pocket as he heard Sora's foot steps. He raised a single eye brow as his boyfriend cracked the door open and peeked his head out. Was he having a hard time believing that he was here? Sora stared at him for a very long moment, so much so that he tilted his head to the side. "You gonna let me in?"

 

His boyfriend suddenly swung open the door, blushing. 

 

[ “You look like hell,” ]

 

He scuffed at his comment. But there was more...

 

[ “...A hot version of hell!"]

 

He rolled his eyes and ruffled up his hair as he walked past his boyfriend, and came inside. As he reached the kitchen, he watched as his boyfriend started to frantically clean up, clearly not expecting any visitors and trying to hide the fact that he fell asleep while studying. 

 

" You don't need to do that...I really don't care."

 

[ “You didn’t have to come,” ]

 

"Glad to see you too." 

 

[ “I mean… I wanted to see you. But I didn’t mean to make you lose sleep.”]

 

He chuckled, setting down the bag of donuts and tea on the dinning room table.

"Sora...I'm going to lose sleep regardless. You do realize I work at night....and...I'm dating you."

 

He watched the human, sensing his innocent urge to touch him...he couldn't help but smile. His mate was so easy to read. 

 

But instead of acting on his urge, he turned his attention to something else. 

 

[ “You brought donuts....God, you’re ridiculous.”]

 

He shrugged. "Humans need to eat..." 

 

He knew Sora had a tendency to unknowingly neglect himself by forgetting to eat, and besides, he had exams this week. This was his way of wishing his boyfriend good luck. It also gave him an excuse to see him. 

 

Seeing his worried expression, Fang sighed and gently poked at the boys cheek. 

"You have ink on your face." He muttered, but the human simply drew closer to him. He tensed up ever so slightly feeling Sora's hand on his cheek.

 

Why...was he looking at him like that?

 

[ “Hi.."] 

 

He whispered, but before Fang could respond, Sora kissed him tenderly. It was soft and sweet. Slow...but deliberate and so...gentle. Fang wasnt use to that. 

( He...really is my one and only weakness)

 

Fang slipped his hand through Soras hair, grabbing a fist full and deepening the kiss. He wanted to enjoy this just a little bit longer. 

 

When he finally relased him he was smirking. 

 

"How much time do we have before your exam?" He asked curiously. He wrapped his arms around the boys waste. 

 

" Do you mind if I take a shower...."

 

He titled his head to the side, already knowing the answer, but what he really wanted to ask came after. 

 

"Will you join me?" He grinned. "I'll behave~"

He was definitely lying. 

 

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Asta bit his lip, and for a brief moment he regretted being honest, because he felt the air around Leon change. 

"L-le--"

He shuttered feeling his boyfriends fingers dig into his skin, his grip on him tightening. He could feel Leon's hard length aginest his skin, even through his pants, he was rock hard. Did he do that? Was he the only one that had this affect on him? Asta must of awaken something farral inside his boyfriend, because he was more rough and domineering then ever. But...he didnt dislike it. He was glad that Leon loved him...wanted him.

 

The hands that roamed his body seemed restless, desperate, hungry, and they moved with zero hesitation. Asta gasped, his body flinching as Leon undid his pants, pulling them down along with his undergarments. He grabbed Leon's hand, as if trying to stop him, his fingers trembling but he was blushing and panting, clearing enjoying himself. He wasn't rejecting Leon or trying to stop him, it was more like a nervous reaction. 

"Annhh~ w-waaa..nnaaa!"

 

He curled into himself, placing a hand on Leon's shoulder, gripping tightly as he started to stroke is cock hard and fast. 

 

"Nn-nn--" he bit his lip, the friction hurting. 

 

Leon must of known this, because his boyfriend did something he didn't see coming. With confusions, his eyes followed Leon's hand as he reached past him, grabbing a bottle of olive oil. 

( w-whats..he...?)

 

Asta met his gaze, his eyes already so clouded with arousal, but the way Leon made sure he was watching him as he opened the bottle with his mouth and suddenly poured it all over his length. Asta could of died of embarressed right then and there. And yet...he couldn't even be upset...this was hot...sexy...something out of a porno. They had never had sex like this before. It was always on a bed...

 

Asta couldn't even think, he was still replying what just happened in his head over and over again, and then, he felt a force push him down on the counter. (W-what..)

"Ah!"

He felt Leon's hands on his legs, pulling his ass over the edge of the counter. Asta was bright red, because not only with this position embarrassing, it allowed Leon to see all of him? Everything! He couldn't hide like he usually did in bed, barring his face in the sheets. 

 

"L-leonnaaaaahhh~" He grabbed the counter with both hands groaning as he felt Leon's slippery finger go inside him. 

 

He barly got a chance to get use to it, as his boyfriend moved quickly, adding a second finger and then a third, causing his legs to shake. His cock dropping pre-cum. 

 

"N-naahh~ ha! Ha! Haauuuhhhaa~ haa..ha..ha..t-ttt-time out! Nhhaa! Ha..I-im..g-nnaa..ha!" He could feel himself getting so close to cumming, with Leon's fingers brushing up aginest his weak spot. 

 

It felt like his body was on fire...

 

But Leon kept going, his pleas fell on deaf ears, because the moment he felt Leon's fingers leave him, he felt something far much bigger pressed at his entrance. 

 

Asta looked up at Leon, eyes wide and watery. The way his boyfriend licked his lips was..

devilishly sexy. 

 

[ "Easy baby it's gonna get a little rough" ]

 

Asta shrieked feeling Leon swiftly thrust into him so hard and fast, pushing inside him entirely in one go. Asta didnt even know that was possible. His body tensed, his insides tightening around Leon's cock as his body convulsed and he came suddenly. The white sticky substance covering his abs and chest. 

 

Asta rested on the counter, covering his face with his hands, he struggled to regain his senses. That was by far the best orgam he ever had. He was tired...but this was only the beginning. 

 

Tears started to escape his eyes. He wasn't necessarily in pain, but he was overwhelmed by everything that was happening. How could someone make him feel this good? How could love feel this....raw? 

 

He couldn't imagine anyone else making him feel this way...making him respond this way. Whatever obstacles they were going to face moving forward...Asta was ready...because he never wanted this feeling to go away. 

 

Could someone become addicted to sex?

 

He use to be so shy...embarressed to ask for it...but now...if this was going to be Leon's reaction...he'd ask him everyday. 

[M-jow]

10 hours ago, Sosuke0549 said:

"You have ink on your face."

Sora’s skin tingled where Fang had touched his cheek, the warmth lingering like a spark that refused to fade. “Thanks,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, a shy smile tugging at his lips. For a breathless second, he truly thought Fang was going to kiss him, and when he didn’t, something small inside Sora sank. Just a little.

But that was the moment he made his choice to kiss him first. If Fang wasn’t going to close the distance, then Sora would.

Fang answered him without hesitation.

Suddenly, Sora was being pulled into the other. Fang’s fingers threading through his hair, the other firm on his waist, grounding him. The kiss deepened fast, urgent and hungry, like Fang couldn’t stand the gentleness, like he needed more of Sora and couldn’t wait. And Sora, he melted and gave in completely.

Fang kissed like he meant it. Like he needed it. Like he knew exactly how to unravel Sora with nothing but his mouth.

Sora had kissed others before. He wasn’t new to this, but none of them had ever felt like this. Not like Fang. And that scared him a little. Because while he tried not to overthink it, tried to brush the jealousy away, he couldn’t stop the quiet ache that curled inside him whenever he wondered:

Did Fang ever think about the ones who came before?

Did he ever compare? Honestly he didn't know anything about Fang's past. The person was big on sharing and Sora never knew when to bring it up.

10 hours ago, Sosuke0549 said:

"Do you mind if I take a shower....Will you join me?"

Sora’s breath caught in his throat—not from the words alone, but from the way Fang said them, all laced with mischief and that crooked grin that always made Sora feel like gravity had tilted slightly in his direction.

He couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out. He pressed his forehead to Fang’s collarbone, letting his arms settle more securely around his waist. The warmth between them was still humming from the kiss, slow and steady now, like an ember refusing to die out.

“Sham,” Sora murmured into his skin, smiling against him. “should I promise the same or can I just do whatever I want?” Sora tilted his head up, looking at him with that annoying teasing grin. The early morning light spilled across the floor, golden and soft, catching in Fang’s hair. Everything about this moment felt unhurried. Sweet. They had all the time to themselves before Sora had to worry about exams. No rush. No countdown ticking in his ear.

“We’ve got hours,” he said softly, brushing a thumb across Fang’s chest. “Plenty of time. exams are first in the afternoon"

He leaned up and kissed him again, just to steal the smirk off Fang’s face.

Then, with a teasing breath against his lips, Sora murmured, “I’ll come with you. Just don’t complain if the shower gets a little cramped.”

He pulled away enough to grab Fang’s hand and lace their fingers together, leading them toward the bathroom with a small shake of his head. Sora was only teasing. He’d never push for more than Fang was up for, especially if he was exhausted.

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(Gods!) Leon clenched his jaw as Asta’s body convulsed around him. The shifter couldn’t have moved even if he tried. Every muscle was locking him tight in place, Leon trembling with restraint. Sweat beaded on his forehead, the effort of holding himself back making his body burn with tension.

"Ah~ fuck!" He panted. It almost felt like he was being snapped in two. He adjusted Asta’s legs over his arms and held onto his hips to keep the other’s body steady, preventing any further pain for either of them. Asta had cum the moment he'd thrusted inside, and he was still recovering. His stomach and chest was glossy from the transparent white spil of fluid. It was hot a fuck seeing him becoming undone this quickly. It actually didn't bother him. To Leon It proved Asta had liked it.

When Asta began to relax, Leon took it as his que and pulled back a bit. Testing the waters as he began moving while the other were still hard. Leon stared up the few first thrust gently but he couldn't help himself from going at him harder when it felt alright.

"God.. you look amazing. Watching you come as I put it in~so hot." Leon groaned as his pelvis pressed flat against Asta’s ass. The sounds if their bodies, skin slapping against skin, moaning and groaning filled the entire room.

Leon's hips moving with precision nailing Asta’s prostate with every deep thrust. His usual gentle nature had been replaced by a wild, untamed passion.

There was a fire in his eyes, consuming, and focused entirely on Asta. He moved Sora like he was weightless. Pulled both legs together on one shoulder without letting up on his thrusts. And pressed him down with a commanding force that left no room for doubt that he was in control. He bite Asta’s leg. Leaving a bite mark with just a hint of fang, without breaking the skin.

Leon took his sweet time to reach his own climax. He wanted to keep it going forever. Asta’s sweet cries when he pressed into his sweetspot was adorable. His boyfriend was feeling it even more than normal too.

Leaning down over Asta. Leon pulled him in for a deep passionate kiss just as his hips to move with such force that wall behind the counter almost shook from the force.

He was getting close to finish. But he didn’t feel ready yet. He kept going, kept his thrust quiet, hard and precise. He hadn't Asta touch himself. He wanted to see the human cum hands free. Even if it was just one more time he could hold it until then

[Sosuke0549]

Fang bit his bottom lip hearing Sora's response. 

 

[ “should I promise the same or can I just do whatever I want?” ]

 

( Damn it...) 

 

He met his gaze, looking down at him and his teasing grin. 

 

"You can do whatever you want~" He whispered. The morning sun pouring into the room and kissing Sora's face. He cupped his cheek, pulling him into another kiss. 

 

[ “We’ve got hours... Plenty of time. exams are first in the afternoon"]

 

They kissed again, and it all felt so natural. Like they'd been dating for years. 

"Don't make me drag you..." He grinned, muttering against his lips. 

 

[ “I’ll come with you. Just don’t complain if the shower gets a little cramped.”]

 

"Pff- " He rolled his eyes as Sora pulled back and took his hand, leading him to the bathroom. He could care less about showering or getting clean, let alone space, he just wanted to see Sora naked and tease him alittle. His motives were utterly selfish. 

 

Once inside the bathroom, Fang shut the door behind him and immediately started to strip, yanking off his shirt and dropping his pants rather quickly. The scars on his body were hard to ignore, but oddly enough...they added to his beauty. 

 

He told Sora to hurry up as he turned on the shower, testing the water. He stood outside the shower for a few seconds until steam started to emerge. Finally it was warm. He smiled softly and quickly got in, letting the warm water drenched him completely from head to toe. He sighed softly taking a moment to enjoy the pressured water against his back. 

 

When Sora finally joined him, Fang immediately grabbed his mate, pulling him to his chest. His back to him as he rested his head on the others shoulder. The water falling on the two of them. 

 

Fang didn't say anything for a long moment...as if he wanted to just enjoy this time with Sora, being close to him. Taking in his scent. 

He was still covered in bruises, bite marks, and hickeys from when Fang had his way with him. 

 

He could of be more considerate and gentle with him...

 

And yet...he found Sora even more attractive with all the markings and love bites he gave him. 

 

He slowly released him, placing his hands on his waist and gently turning him around, so now they were face to face. He smiled softly, looking down at Sora, his hands cupping the humans face. For once...he was being...gentle?

 

"Do you remember...what I said about our bond?" He said softly. Though it was a rhetorical question. " I had imprinted on you, without really thinking it through...Now I can sense your thoughts and emotions...I know when your lying or when your telling the truth...I know just how to satisfy you...and your scent is so recognizable to me...that I could easily find in you a crowd of thousands...Its gotten so bad...that you're the only thing I think about..." 

 

His rubbed his thumb over the others bottom lip. His touch so warm and gentle as the room filled with steam. " When I got here...I felt this urge...it didn't belong to me...when you saw me...you wanted you touch me...but you didn't...you hesitated...."

 

He suddenly pinned Sora aginest the shower wall, his hand moving to his throat. 

"Don't ever do that again~" He muttered, kissing him deeply, and what started as a forceful kiss, quickly turned into a hot and sexy make out session. He wanted to let Sora know that he was always allowed to touch him. They he belonged to him and him alone. 

 

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Even though Asta came, Leon wasn't going to let him off so easily. He gave him some time to calm down and regain himself, however it was short lived. He soon felt Leon's cock move inside him, they were slow...gentle...

 

Asta was so wet and out of it that he could barely think straight. He could feel himself getting hard again. He cried out Leon's name as his thrusts became more forceful and harder. 

 

[ "God.. you look amazing. Watching you come as I put it in~so hot." ] 

 

Asta was blushing. He always felt embarrassed when Leon said things like that too him...but deep down he always loved it because he was the only one that got to hear such things. The sounds their bodies made filled the room, along with Asta’s crys. He was always trying to hold his voice back, but right now, he couldn't. Not in this situation, nor could he hide. It felt like Leon was taking control of him. Every time Leon's hips hit his prostate with precision resulted in his body shuttering. 

 

Something was different about this time. They've had sex before but it never felt like this. For the first time ever Asta felt like he was being devoured. The passion and raw desperation he felt between them was suffocating. Could a person really be this enamored with another? Was sex suppose to feel this amazing and...addicting. Was love this....wonderful?

 

( W-whats gotten into him..)

 

A gasp escaped his lips as Leon suddenly adjusted him, he closed his legs and threw them over one of his shoulders, thrusting deeper into him. Asta didnt have anything to grab, and he couldn't really hide. He didnt know what to do with his hands, so he simply covered his face. 

 

"Aakk!" He met Leon's gaze as he felt him bite his skin. And that look in his eyes sent chills down his spine. It was like, his eyes were on fire. He had never bit him before...it hurt alittle...but he didn't dislike it. It was like Leon was demanding his attention. 

 

Asta struggled to keep up, his boyfriend wasn't letting him. "Ha! Nnaaah! HA! Ha! T-TTAAA!"

 

He bit his lip. He was hard again and close to coming. How did Leon mange to drive him this insane. 

"L-leon aaahhhh~" He shrieked feeling Leon hit that one special spot. 

( T-this feels...so good..)

Leon pulled him in closer, hovering over his body and forcing a passionate kiss on his mouth, one that hushed his crying, and made him submit even further...this kiss was deep...and a settle way for Leon to tell Asta to 'shut up and take it'.

 

His boyfriend was being relentless, and Asta felt like his head was spinning. He couldn't even feel his ass anymore. 

 "HA!! HAHA! T-TTAA HA..t-ttt- time out! HAAA! T-TIAAAhhhhh~"

 

And then suddenly, it happened. Asta grabbed Leon's shouldes, his finger tips digging into his skin as his body convulsed harshly and cum shot out of him like a water gun, soaking his chest and Leon's. 

 

 Asta always asked for a time out when things got too much for him. The human was a complete mess, covered in cum, sweat and tears. 

 

This was the first time Leon had loved him this fiercely before...and now...he was terrified of losing him. This new found fiery passion for each other. 

( D-dont...go..)

 

If this night suddenly ended...would this moment...this feeling...end too? Asta wanted to stop time so he could live in this ecstasy a little bit longer. 

[M-jow]

The moment Sora stepped under the spray, the warmth enveloped him completely, but it wasn’t the water that made his breath catch.

It was Fang. The heat seeped into his muscles, loosening the tension he hadn’t realized he was holding. Fang’s arms wrapped around him, grounding him against Fang's hard naked body, and Sora leaned back without hesitation.

Sora couldn’t even think straight with the way their bodies fit, with the way Fang’s breath ghosted against his ear, slow and heated.

The scent of Fang, earthy, sharp, and unmistakably his. Filled Sora’s senses, and a quiet calm settled over him. Despite the bruises and bite marks decorating his skin, a silent testament to their wild night together, Sora felt a strange swell of pride. Those marks were proof of their bond, and Fang's affection.

He closed his eyes briefly, savoring the moment, the warmth, the feeling of being held and wanted.

Sora shifted slightly in Fang’s embrace, turning his head so their eyes met. He offered a soft, teasing smile, fingertips grazing lightly over one of the lightly faded hickeys on his neck.

“You know,” he murmured, voice low and intimate, “I don’t mind the marks… but maybe next time, you could try being a little less.. alpha male.”

His lips curved into a playful smirk, but there was an unmistakable warmth beneath it, a subtle invitation to keep this closeness going.

The bathroom was already thick with steam, but Sora swore the heat between them had nothing to do with the water.

He didn’t say a word as Fang turned him gently, hands brushing over his waist like he was made of something delicate — porcelain, maybe. Or glass. But Sora wasn’t fragile. He didn’t want to be. Not with Fang. Not like this.

Still, he let himself be turned. Faced him.

Looked up into his eyes.

There was a softness there, rare and fleeting. It made Sora’s heart clench a little too tightly. Then came the words — low, almost reverent.

["Do you remember...what I said about our bond?"]

Of course he did.

Sora swallowed hard as Fang continued. The way he spoke about the imprint, about knowing Sora. Not just sensing his emotions but understanding them, reading through the layers, feeling them as if they were his own.

It was terrifying. And intoxicating.

He felt like he was being seen in a way no one had ever dared to see him. As if Fang had peeled him open without asking for permission and found a liking in the pieces he usually tried to hide.

And somehow… Sora didn’t hate it.

Fang’s thumb traced over his bottom lip. And Sora shivered at the contact.

He wanted to say something, to make a joke, maybe, or offer some sarcastic retort. But the words wouldn’t come. Not with that look in Fang’s eyes. Not with that gentle touch making his knees feel just a little weaker than he was willing to admit.

Then came the shift.

Sora barely had time to brace himself before his back hit the wall, cool tile biting into warm skin. But he didn’t flinch. He didn’t resist as Fang kissed him hard. Like he meant to burn it into his memory.

There was nothing unsure in the way his lips moved. Sora kissed back with every ounce of heat coiled in his chest, fingers twisting into Fang’s wet hair as the water ran over both of them. His breath hitched, not from shock, but from need. From finally, finally allowing himself to want something.

He wasn’t scared of the bond or what Fang had explained to him. Not in this moment.

Fang belonged to him, and maybe.. maybe, he belonged to Fang too.

Sora pulled him closer, deepening the kiss until there was no space left between them. His hands slid along Fang’s shoulders, down his back, mapping the scars he rarely dared to touch. This time, he touched him deliberately, possessively. Like Fang had dared him to.

No hesitation.

When they had to break apart for air, Sora was breathing heavily for a moment before he could speak.

"I'm not afraid to touch you... it's just, sometimes, I get nervous." Sora's voice trembled slightly as he spoke. Voice still weak after the kiss.

"You say you can feel what I’m feeling, what I want... but I don’t have that kind of abilitie around you. I’m not blind, I know you care for me. I see it. But your face... it’s not always easy to read."

He reached up, gently brushing his finger between Fang’s furrowed brows, trying to soothe the tension there.

"I’m just a regular human, remember? I don’t have any special powers to guide me through this. And I can’t promise I won’t mess up again... I probably will. But believe me, it’s not because I’m uncomfortable. I’m just... used to being around other humans. And feeling this..feeling truly loved, just for existing, it’s new for me."

It was overwhelming, really. Strange, even. To have someone fall in love with him so suddenly, so deeply, simply because of an imprint, a bond he hadn’t asked for. Sora did love Fang. He could feel it in his chest, in the way his heart leaned toward him without permission.

But sometimes... sometimes he still wondered. Was this real for Fang too? Or just something written into his soul, something he had no choice in?

And maybe that was what made Sora hold himself back just a little. To protect his heart from something that seemed almost unreal. Plus it was still so new for Sora.

 

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Lust wasn’t new to him. As a shifter, he’d danced with it in many forms, worn it like a second skin. But what he felt now wasn’t the usual burn that came and went like a passing moon phase.

He was with his Asta.

Leon felt it in his bones, in the way his muscles tightened when Asta moaned, when he stretched just so, when he called out Leon’s name. It was a cruel kind of craving. Primal and impossible to hide. His senses were so much sharper around Asta: the heat of his skin, the scent of him, the pulse just beneath his neck. He could hear it, feel it, taste it in the air. It made Leon's restraint ache.

They were close, Leon would say. To Asta, Leon tried to be easy-going, loyal, protective. But underneath that mask was something far less noble.

And gods, the guilt.

Leon hated himself for it. Not the desire—that was inevitable, but the fact that Asta trusted him. Trusted him to keep him safe.

Not some predator who fought every night not to cross a line that could never be uncrossed.

When Asta's nails sank into his skin, Leon let out a low, guttural sound—a sharp mix of pain and pleasure that caught in his throat before he could stop it.

He didn’t even realize his eyes had partly shifted. Emotions running high, instincts slipping through. For a moment, the golden hue of his true form flickered beneath the green of his human eyes, sharp and unmistakable not normal. An excuse could be the flicker of light in the apartment if someone tried to come up with something believable.

Leon didn't feel anything shift as he continued swinging his hips with wild powerful thrust as Asta came.

It was all Leon had waited for. He held Asta tightly pressed to the counter as his member sank deep into the human's body. The sound coming from Leon as a deep dominant growl as he came. His cock swelled a bit just enough to fill the human abused bottom to the brim so his whole was completly stretched. He hadn't even through about using a condom. Eventhough he usally always did to ensure Asta’s comfort. But in the heat of the moment he had forgotten. Maybe because there were no actual risk as Leon's body couldn't carry any diseases, he had ignored it and now... well he couldn't even pull out if he wanted to. Which he didn't.

It was instinct an impulse. There was something in Asta that called to the deepest part of him to mark what belonged to him. He wanted Asta's mind and body. He felt the unguarded weight of the human who trusted him completely.

And that trust was the hardest part. Because Leon wanted everything, and Asta didn’t even know.

Leon lost himself a little as his release hit. He buried his face in Asta’s neck, hiding the changes overtaking him—his teeth sharpened and claws dig into the countertop. His weight pressed against Asta, the only thing anchoring them as Leon’s body trembled with his orgasm. 

The sounds Asta was making made the shifter purr on the inside. His beloved liked it. Liked him even if he wasn't being gentle as usal. He nuzzled his nose against Asta’s throat and gently brushed his lips over the delicate skin.

Asta fit against him so naturally, like they were carved for each other, and that nearly broke Leon every time. The quick heartbeat against his chest and the way Asta’s breathing was catching in his ear felt amazing. 

After a moment of both slowly catching themself, Leon claws retracted and he gently pulled back just enough to place Asta more securely on the counter. Then hugged Asta tightly around the waist. His heart was still racing in his chest and his arousal hadn't clamed down. He wasn't done. But Asta was tired and if he took it futher and touched him like Leon wanted to touch..gods, he wasn’t sure if he wouldn't shift by accident, or lose control entirely.

"I'll take you to the bathroom in a moment. I just.. don't want this to end yet" he told Asta honestly.

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Fang's eyes started to glow as he kissed his human and he couldn't help but notice that both of them were feeling good. To be honest Fang was getting more and more obsessed with the way Sora responded to him. The way he gasped, tensed, blushed. It drove him crazy. It just made him want to tease and devour the man more.

He couldn't help but smirk when Sora told him to be less alpha. He never told the human about the different types of rank structures of werewolves let alone that he was an alpha. So for him to call him one was a little comical. A unknown truth. He too liked the marks, hickes, and bites he left behind.

After making out for a few minutes, he pulled back slightly, letting Sora catch his breath, they were both panting, clearly enjoying each other's lips and taste. He loved that Sora returned his passion, responding quickly and with little hesitation. The hands that moved across his shoulders and back, made him want Sora even more.

But what came next, was a honest confession.

[ "I'm not afraid to touch you... it's just, sometimes, I get nervous." ]

Fang pressed his forehead aginest Sora's, listening, but wanting to remain close to him.

"You? Nervous?" He smiled softly. Remembering the time he was fired from the grocery store, or when he stood up to those werewolves. He whispered the words, "sorry," as Sora continued.

[ "You say you can feel what I’m feeling, what I want... but I don’t have that kind of abilitie around you. I’m not blind, I know you care for me. I see it. But your face... it’s not always easy to read." ]

Fangs eyes widened slighly.
"..Oh..I see..." He pulled back slighly, only to suddenly feel Sora's finger touching his frowned brows.

[ "I’m just a regular human, remember? I don’t have any special powers to guide me through this...]

"..right.." he said softly. Fang knew that..and yet..Sora was right. He listened as he continued, saying he was use to being around humans and not use to this type of love...and its intensity.

Fang nodded a little. He knew he was Sora's first supernatural encounter...but was he also his first serious relationship? For him...this all came naturally...this was easy for him..but this probably wasn't easy for Sora. Infact...they had moved so fast...that all of this probably seemed overwhelming to him. He hadn't considered that.

He kissed Sora's forehead. "I understand...thanks for telling me." He said softly. "I'll get out first... hurry up and shower. Your food is getting cold. " He gently tapped the boys behind before stepping out.

As he dried himself off he wondered if he should set time aside to take Sora out on dates. Perhaps that would help with his nervousness and strength their bond. Make him more comfortable. He wasn't really the romantic type...the only thing he did consistently is bring Sora food, but that was because he knew humans needed to eat often. There wasnt anything romantic behind him, it was more like common sense to him.
 
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The sounds that came from Leon almost didnt sound human. His growls and groans beast like. He was so wrapped up in the pleasure and sex that the human hadn't seen Leon's eyes shift. It was a good thing Asta always tried to hide and cover up his face. But Leon regained his attention, practically demanded it as he went hard and deeper, before hovering over his body and cumming inside him, his body tensing and shiving above him. Asta panted, his head falling back as he felt Leon fill him. This was the first time he came inside him...the feeling was odd...but Asta sort of liked the idea of his boyfriend finishing inside him. Almost like he was finally claiming him.

All this time he had been loved by Leon, treated like a pillow princess since this was his first relationship with a guy...Asta didn't know what it was like to be dominated and loved so fiercely like this before. He had never felt the warm sticky white substance fill his insides and drip out of him. Who knew sex was so much more raw without a condom. Was that the reason they were feeling it more?  This passion...was addictong...

Tonight a line had been crossed...Asta didnt know what it was...but he was glad they crossed it. He felt closer to Leon...closer than ever before but he didn't understand why. And he suddenly felt content...like a apart of him permanently belonged to Leon and Leon to him. It was almost a supernatural feeling... the weight of Leon's body on top of him was comforting, as he instinctively wrapped his arms around Leon's neck.

He was happy that Leon came inside him, that he had a wild affect on him. He shivered feelings Leon’s nose and lips brush against his skin. This was pure ecstasy.

How did Leon know....what to do to him every single time?

For a long moment, the two just held each other, panting and trying to catch their breath, enjoying the closeness of being skin to skin. Asta loosened his grip on Leon as he pulled back slighly to look at him and gently adjusted him, hugging him tightly. He could still feel Leon's cock inside him...it hadn't changed in size..and there hearts were still beating fast even tho they took a mintue to catch their breaths. He could see it...feel it...Leon was still aroused.

[ "I'll take you to the bathroom in a moment. I just.. don't want this to end yet"]

Asta felt the exact same way.

"I-I thought...we were gonna break up.." His voice extremely soft and shaking....tears building up in his eyes as he stared up at Leon. "I- I thought...i...I thought I was gonna lose you....I thought you didn't trust me?! I- I thought m-maybe you d-didnt want t-to be with me anymore..."

( W-what am i saying?...why am I telling him this?) Something over took him...the truth was spilling out of his mouth! Was it because he was scared this moment would never happen again? Or because he suddenly felt closer to him now?

" I got jealous! I - I got m-mad that you knew S-sora...I g-got Jealous o-over your old job- c-cause I..I SHOULD BE THE ONLY ONE WHO GETS TO SEE YOU LIKE THAT! I WANNA BE THE ONLY ONE YOU SEE! " ( No...shut up...what am I doing! STOP TALKING! )
" I-I feel insecure even now, c-cause your modeling...y-your gonna meet all kinds of beautiful people- W-what if you d-dump me for someone else... !"

( SHUT UP! He's gonna hate you! Your being selfish! You should be supporting him! Not telling him all of your childish fears!!)

" N-now that you see me I d-dont ever want you to stop! I- I wanna be t-the only person you see..!"

Asta was crying. His heart pouring out to Leon.

" I- I wanna do more with you! I want to s-stay with you!"

( Make it stop...why am I telling him everything...Im so pathetic...Leon...)

"I-im hic- s-selfish..Im sorry! " ( When its you...I can't look away...) Was it wrong....to want more?

Asta found something he loved. Maybe even more than basketball. He didnt want this moment to end...this engery...this feeling between them. It was new...different... Fierce!!!
He wanted to stay in it!
" a-a..a..ag..agin....." He cried. His voice barley audible...he wanted Leon to make love to him again. He wanted to drown in him and Asta had more stamina then your every day human...he played college basketball after all.

[M-jow]

On 7/11/2025 at 12:53 AM, Sosuke0549 said:

"You? Nervous?"

Sora let out a slightly awkward chuckle. “Hey, believe it or not, it’s the truth,” he said with a shrug. He cared when it came to the person he liked. As for the rest of the world? They could stick it up somewhere far away from him, for all he cared.

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On 7/11/2025 at 12:53 AM, Sosuke0549 said:

"I understand...thanks for telling me." He said softly. "I'll get out first"

Sora lingered in the shower a little longer. The water running down his back doing little to wash away the strange, uncertain feeling that had crept into his chest. Fang had left so casually, but something about the way he walked out stuck in Sora’s mind.
'Did I say too much?'
He replayed the conversation in his head, his words echoing in his mind. He hadn’t meant to push Fang away. If anything, he’d just wanted to be honest about how intense this all felt sometimes. Fang always looked so composed, so steady, like he knew exactly what to do or say next. Meanwhile, Sora was just... figuring it out as he went.

By the time he turned off the water and stepped out into the cool air, the food Fang had brought had long gone cold. He didn’t bother reheating it. His stomach was too tight with the weight of second-guessing.
With a towel wrapped around his waist, Sora padded out into the living-room. Fang wasn’t on the couch. Instead Sora spotted him near the windows, toweling off his hair.
He looked tired.
Not just physically but deep down. That kind of weariness Sora sometimes saw in his own eyes after long days where the world asked for too much. And just like that, the awkwardness in his chest melted into quiet resolve.
Sora walked up and gently took Fang’s hand without a word.
He tugged softly, leading him into his bedroom.

Once inside, Sora turned, placing a hand on Fang’s chest and nudging him toward the bed until he sat down. He didn’t tease or anything, but simply said.
“Lie down. You need to rest.”
There was no arguing with the tone. It wasn’t a suggestion, it was care disguised as command.

Sora knelt briefly to pull the covers back, then sat down on the edge of the bed, his fingers brushing the edge of the sheets. Encouraging the other to lie down.
“I know you don’t think you need it,” he said, softer now. “But I’ll feel better knowing you’re here. Sleeping. Even if it’s just a nap.. I like having you in the house,” he added, quieter now, almost to himself. “Makes the apartment feel less... empty.”
He reply, then just stayed there for a moment, watching over him, his expression somewhere between concern and quiet fondness. Whatever strange emotions had lingered from earlier, they were fading now. replaced by something grounding.
He wanted Fang to feel safe around him too.

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Leon felt every inch of Asta trembling beneath him, every breath stuttered and soaked with emotion. It tore at him, not just the crying, not just the fear. But the honesty. The raw, wide-open truth pouring out of Asta’s mouth like he couldn’t stop it, like it had been caged inside for too long.
And Leon couldn’t look away.
He didn’t interrupt. Couldn’t. The ache in his chest had nothing to do with desire now. It was deeper, almost primal.
His heart still racing knew something Asta didn’t. Something Leon himself had only just begun to understand.

This wasn’t just love. It wasn’t lust or infatuation or comfort. What he felt for Asta defied every rule his kind had been taught. Shifters didn’t get to choose who they loved for eternity.

Not like wolves, who felt the mate bond like lightning through the blood. Shifters either found their mate or they didn’t. It was rare. Like cosmic accidents written in the marrow of fate.
But Leon… he wanted to choose Asta. Every instinct he had, every inch of his skin, and beat of his heart screamed that this human was his.
And he couldn’t tell Asta.
Couldn’t tell him that he wasn’t just a man with a past, but something else. Couldn’t explain that when Asta cried, it made his inner form stir, made his beast ache to comfort and calm him with a shower of affection.

He reached up and threaded his fingers through Asta’s hair, pulling him in until their foreheads met. Leon’s voice came out low, gravel-soft, as he tried to steady the storm inside both of them.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “You hear me? You can scream, cry, break apart in front of me and I’ll still choose you! Again and again.”
His throat burned. He wasn’t a poet, was never really good with words. But with Asta, the words scraped out of him whether he wanted them to or not.
“You talk like you’re not enough,” Leon murmured, brushing a tear from Asta’s cheek with the back of his knuckle. “But you don’t see what I see when I look at you.”
Asta’s scent was strong now, salty, warm, tinged with a deep needy pull that made Leon’s body pulse with heat. But he didn’t move yet.

He held him tight, maybe tighter than he should’ve been able to hold a human without hurting them. But Asta never flinched. Like he fit there, in his arms, perfectly.
'What if he really is?'
The thought struck Leon again like a shot to the gut. What if Asta was the one the universe carved out just for him. The mate he thought he’d never meet?
But if that was true… then what was he supposed to do?
Risk everything it all on a maybe a just tell him?
He couldn’t. Not yet. The world was cruel to things it didn’t understand. Asta still believed all the monsters only lived in fairy tales. And then there was the fear in Leon, he was afraid Asta would turn away or get scared of him.
Not now. Not right this moment when they were here, tangled in this fierce, perfect moment.

Asta’s voice cracked. Breaking something inside Leon.
He shifted them carefully, lifting Asta as if he weighed nothing, cradling him in strong arms that had once danced under stage lights for strangers who didn’t matter. He kissed his cheek, his temple, the corner of his eye, whispering in between each one, “Mine. Mine. Mine…”
But only in his head did he admit the truth.
'I wish I could mark you. I wish I could keep you forever.'
Instead, he leaned closer and murmured against Asta’s lips, voice a low growl soaked in adoration, “If you want more, baby… I’ll give you everything I have. As many times as you want.”
He gently carried Asta to the bathroom, his movements steady despite the fire burning in his veins.

He was going to love him again. Not just with his body, but with everything he had. Like a man. Like the person he really was. He wished he could call this love eternal.
But for now… it would be enough to just show him.

Once inside Leon's bedroom the shift place Asta down on the bed gently and leaned over him like a predator.
He tilted Asta’s face up, his touch soft, reverent. There was so much in those eyes. Fear. Need. Love. A kind of fragile hope that wrecked him inside.

Leon didn’t know how to tell him that he didn’t just want him. But that he ached for him. That his body wasn’t the only thing drawn to Asta..
So instead of saying it, he let his hands speak.
He kissed him, not rushed or desperate this time, but slow. Thorough. Like he was memorizing him, piece by piece. His fingers roamed along Asta’s waist, up the curve of his back, over the trembling muscles that had given themselves over so willingly earlier. His body responded easily, naturally, but this wasn’t about lust anymore.
It was about reassurance. About showing Asta what words couldn’t.
Leon nudged Asta gently back into the mattress, their legs tangling, skin to skin. He hovered over him, brushing his nose along Asta’s jaw, down to the hollow of his throat where his pulse beat wild. Leon paused there, breathing him in, claiming him in the only way he could by scenting the human.

He lowered himself, letting their bare bodies press together again. Entering Asta’s wet and ready ass slowly intentionally.

The heat between them hadn’t faded. It had just shifted, deepened. This time it wasn’t about urgency or impulse. It was about presence. Staying in this moment. Holding onto something real.
Leon kissed him again, on the mouth now, soft, slow, a little deeper. Asta melted beneath him, mouth parting with a quiet sigh that made Leon’s hands tighten against his sides.

His cock was as hard and hot as before. Leon made love to him as the beast inside him stirred, hungry and protective. It wanted to claim, to leave a mark, to bite down and make Asta his in the only way his kind knew.
But he held back and gave all the love he could offer as a man. A shifter. Someone afraid that the truth might destroy the only thing that made him feel human.
Leon’s hands slid over Asta’s body with reverence, memorizing every curve, every scar, every place that made Asta gasp or shiver. He let their bodies find a rhythm again, slow and intimate, rocking together beneath the sheets.
There were no words now. Just sounds, soft breaths, moans and a whisper of names.

The bed creaked under them, but the moment wasn’t rushed. He thrusted his hips m deep but more gently compared to before. Making the human feel everything he was doing to him.
Leon kissed Asta’s neck, his shoulder, his chest. Each one a silent promise:'You’re loved. You’re not alone.'
Maybe, just maybe, this human had been made for him.
Even if the universe never said so out loud.

After watching his lover cum again with his name og Asta’s lips. Leon lost the last of his restraint. He moved into him,  with a wild passion.

The sound of their skin slapping against eachother at an impossible fast pace was erotic. The sheets were getting soaked with their sweat and cum. Leon had tried to take it easy but Asta’s adorable reactions made it in to mission impossible.

Leon lost count on how many times they'd both cum. It was like none of them could let go and end it before one of them passed out. And from the looks of things Asta would be the one falling under first.

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Fang stared outside the window, his towel laying on his head as he leaned aginest the wall. He had put on a pair of Sora's boxers, tho they were rather tight, the only good thing about them was they were stretchy. 

( How many more closing shifts will I have to do by myself before Shin is happy...) He sighed. He did bail on work twice in a row...so this was his fault. He should of been more prepared and cautious when it came to his heat cycles. 

 

* tap tap*

 

He blinked, coming back to reality. A black crow, tapping on the window infront of him, a letter in its mouth. 

*Sigh* 

Fang cracked the window open slightly, allowing the bird to slip the letter too him before it dissipated in a small cloud of black smoke. 

( Persistent as always...)

He ripped open the letter and pulled out the message inside. 

 

{ Warmest Greetings,

 

 Its been ages since we've seen each other. Dispite our time apart, I am evidently reminded of how much you enjoy your lonesome exist, I don't expect you at my celebration, but I do hope you will come. I must admit, I worry about you from time to time. If you won't come to me, I will come to you. You should know by now that avoiding me is foolish. 

 

I have the honor to be your dearest friend and obedient servant. 

 

Sincerely, V }

 

Fang bit his lip and crushed the letter, turning it into nothing but a ward of paper in the palm of his hand. He hated parties....especially birthdays. ( obedient servant my ass...)

 

His ears perked up hearing Sora turn off the shower. He quickly tossed the note out the window before closing it shut. He was debating on weather or not he should tell Sora about the fact he was going to V's party or not. How much should he involve him in his affairs? In his world? Dating a human was going to be alot harder than he had organically anticipated. 

 

He turned in Sora's direction, hearing his footsteps approaching. To his suprise, Sora was only wearing a towel. Fang crossed his arms, leaning aginest the wall, a small smile on his face, was he trying to tempt him? Just when he opened his mouth to say something lewd, he felt Sora gently take his hand, not saying a word as he tugged on him. 

"Hm? What is it?"

 

He followed the human back into the bedroom as Fang looked confused and suprised as Sora placed him on the bed. He looked up at him, meeting his gaze. He didnt seem horny...that wasn't the vibe he was giving off. 

 

[ “Lie down. You need to rest.”]

 

Fang flinched ever so slightly. He had heard Sora's voice many times...it was like music to his ears at this point...but what he wasnt use to...was that tone. This wasn't simply a suggestion, but a command...and something inside him pulled at his heart...a force that made him obey. When werewolves bonded with other creatures that weren't their own kind, it wasnt uncommon for a werewolf to be obedient to their mate, viewing them as their master and sole purpose for living. 

 

If what Fang just felt right now...was that force...then their bond was developing at a alarming rate. Faster than what he'd seen or experienced. 

 

Fang immediately laid down, his eyes following Sora as he pulled the covers over him and sat near him. 

 

 

[ “I know you don’t think you need it, but I’ll feel better knowing you’re here. Sleeping. Even if it’s just a nap.. I like having you in the house,” ]

 

This was Sora's way of saying he cared about him and was worried for his wellbeing. 

 

" fine....but wake me up before you leave...I wanna walk you to school. " He muttered. His eyes already closed and within a few minutes, Fang was fast asleep. His chest rising and falling, as all the tension in his body disappeared. Fang would never tell Sora, but ever since he imprinted on him, he's been struggling to sleep. Always on high alert, feeling the need to protect him. He couldn't let his guard down even if they were alone together...because he himself was a threat to Sora. He constantly had to say cautious and vigilant of his emotions, strength, and heat cycles. It was all starting to catch up with him. 

 

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Asta poured his heart out to Leon. He couldn't even wrap his mind around the reason why...it all just...happened. He needed to convey his fears...his anger and insecurities...that fact that he too...got jealous when Leon wasn't looking at him. He flinched feeling Leon run his fingers through his hair, pulling him in so there foreheads touched. 

 

[ “I’m not going anywhere, You hear me? You can scream, cry, break apart in front of me and I’ll still choose you! Again and again.”]

 

Chills ran down his spine as he stared into Leon's eyes. Every word he ment...was true...Asta couldn't even question it...something inside him just knew that in this very moment, Leon was telling the truth, and that was a relief. A part of him, still trusted Leon, dispite everything. 

 

[ “You talk like you’re not enough,” ]

 

Asta's eyes fell, feeling Leon whip a tear from his cheek. It wasn't that. Or...maybe it was. Was he not good enough for Leon? The thought never really crossed his mind... if anything he was more worried about Leon leaving him, lying to him, or being blindsided again. When they were skin to skin...Asta felt like he knew everything he needed to know about him...and yet..when they weren't being intimate, he was slowly realizing that maybe he didn't know Leon at all... 

 

He had to find out he was a erotic dancer at a club, that he lied about his past, that he somehow knew his best friend Sora and acted concerned for him, that Leon wasn't truly his real name. 

 

Asta always thought it was impossible to fall in love with someone you don't truly know...and yet here he was, pinned down on a kitchen counter and unable to close his legs, getting swept away by a man's touch and the sound of his voice. 

 

Asta just needed to know...if he could trust him. 

 

 

[ “But you don’t see what I see when I look at you.”] 

 

( I...feel the same way...)

 

He thought to himself. There were times Asta saw Leon as his boyfriend...and other times...a man he didn't really know. Asta shuttered feeling Leon suddenly lift him up, cradling him like a new bride.

" l-leo--"

He blushed feeling the man lay kisses on his face, whispering softly, 'mine'.

 

He couldn't resist it. Having Leon’s affection was...addicting. Asta stared at Leon's lips as they brushed his, his voice soaked in adoration. 

 

[ “If you want more, baby… I’ll give you everything I have. As many times as you want.”]

 

Asta wanted to kiss him...but he suddenly felt his back hit the mattress, and Leon was once again, on top of him. He looked so beautiful from up there. 

 

Asta eyes were a little puffy and red from crying, but the look in his eyes hadn't changed. They were filled with so much love and desire...pure trust and honesty. He hoped that this feeling...this love...would last forever. But when Leon’s hands started to touch him, something was different. He didnt know what...let alone explain it.... He was trying to tell him something...to convey to him what he had said before. [ I'm not going anywhere...I'll still choose you. Again and again.]

 

Leon simply wanting to show him that he loved him shattered any and all remaining doubts he had. It didn't matter if he was a model...he'd come back to him. It didn't matter if others tried to pursue him...because he'd choose him everytime. 

 

They kissed and it was slow and delicate, the hands that explored his body left behind a warm trail on his skin. Asta’s body was far too honest, responding to every single touch. He panted as he felt Leon on his neck, breathing him in. They were skin to skin once more, and he felt so warm and safe beneath him. 

"A-aaahh~" 

He gasped feeling Leon's cock slip inside him. It didn't hurt, and went in rather easily. But this time...the sex was slow, intimate, long and deliberate. It was like Leon wanted him to feel everything single little thing! 

 

( I-I c-cant breathe)

 

He felt Leon on his lips, his tongue searching his mouth. His mind heasy. He was drowning in Leon's touch...his scent...the sex...the love. 

 

( Feels like...I'm drowning...but it feels...so good.)

 

He melted beneath him. In this moment, Leon made love to him. He shivered. Cried. Moaned as Leon moved his hips, finding a slow but methodical rhythm. One that drove the human insane. Asta couldn't say anything, the only sounds that escaped him were breaths and moans, occasionally whispering Leon's name desperately. The way he loved him, the way he moved his hips was more gentle then before, holding his legs open so he could slide in deeper. ( i-its too much--)

 

"Ha..h..mnmnhha~ ha..gaa..haaaa~"

 

He trembled feeling Leon shower him with kisses, starting from his neck and moving down to his shoulder and chest. Asta tilted his head back, one hand gripping the sheets while the other held Leon's hand. As much as he tried to hold it in, Asta’s body gave in and he convulsed underneath Leon. The moaned that escaped his lips was extremely erotic, and the face he made? It was something out of a porno. 

 

The cum covering his stomach and chest. Asta struggled to catch his breath, placing a hand on Leon's chest. The human was a mess...emotionally and sexually. 

"H-ha-t..ttt-tim..ouummt-- ha-ha.ha..L-le--"

Asta voice caught in his throat as he gasped. His head falling back. His soft moans quickly turned into loud ones as Leon went harder on him. That wild passion he'd experience on the kitchen counter returning suddenly and without warning. 

 

"AAH! HHAAA! ..N-NNAAHH!!"

 

The room quickly filled with the sound of there skin slamming against ench other. His boyfriend didn't even give him a chance to regain his composure. Let alone his breath. This was his punishment for even thinking that Leon would leave him. The next 15 minutes...we're brutal for the human. His body responded to everything. He cried and screamed out in pure ecstasy. The thrusts so hard that they were on the verge of becoming painful. The bed sheets underneath them getting soaked with sweat and cum. 

 

Asta could feel himself slipping in and out. 

 

Conscious one moment and then...drifting off the next. He was crying again...but that was only because this round of sex was so overwhelming. 

 

That night...Asta passed out. Not knowing how many times they had sex, but Leon left an impression on him. His body would forever remember the way he touched him, and it would forever yearn and crave him. 

 

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* beep beep* beep beep* beep beep*

 

"nnnunnn---" 

 

Asta groaned hearing that annoying but familiar alarm. His phone was going off. He kept his eyes closed as he aimliessly reached for the device, his hand searching the bedside until he finally found it. He grabbed it and brought it too his chest immediately shutting it off. 

( so annoying...) He thought. His body aching all over as he tried to go back to sleep. ( Just...five more minutes...)

 

( Wait...what time is it?)

 

He tried to open his eyes to peek at the clock on his phone. It was 1:01PM. He screamed. 

" I'M GONNA BE LATE!!" 

He quickly shot out of bed, only to immediately regret it. "Ah! Ow ow ow ow ow..." a sharp pain quickly greeted him, his back and ass killing him! He looked down at himself, he was naked with a few faint hickies on his skin. He immediately blushed as memories of last night came flooding back to him. He had sex with Leon...well...alot and alot of sex...

 

( ahh no! Don't think about it!) He shook his head as he struggled to get out of bed. He needed to hurry and get ready. His exams started today! He couldn't afford to miss any of them. 

 

[M-jow]

Sora stayed by Fang's side for a few minutes longer, watching the rise and fall of his chest. The air felt warmer here, quieter. Despite the way Fang usually filled a room with his presence, like a storm barely restrained under calm skies, when he slept... he just looked tired. Vulnerable, even.

The towel still clung to Sora’s skin, cool now against the air, but he didn’t move yet. He just sat with him.

Eventually, Sora stood and pulled the covers a little higher over Fang's shoulders, then bent briefly to press a soft kiss to the edge of his hairline.

“I’ll let you rest,” he whispered, almost more to himself than to Fang.

Padding softly out of the bedroom, Sora grabbed his clothes and got dressed, tugging on a simple T-shirt and jeans.

His hair was still damp, so he towel-dried it quickly in the bathroom, then made his way into the kitchen.

 

The breakfast Fang had brought was cold, but he didn’t mind. He reheated what he could, quietly moving through the space so as not to wake the sleeping werewolf down the hall.

He ate slowly at the table, occasionally glancing at the clock. Seven hours left until his exam.

His textbooks were already stacked on the counter, a few notecards tucked between the pages.

Sora pulled them over and started reviewing, taking slow bites between readings.

His focus wavered at first. His thoughts kept drifting back to Fang, to what he’d said, and how much he’d revealed. He hadn't meant to say so much... and yet he didn’t regret it.

Not anymore.

Fang wasn’t just anyone. He was someone who listened.

The morning passed steadily. The sunlight shifted across the kitchen floor, the city outside coming to life in muted sounds. Sora didn’t leave the kitchen except to refill his glass or check his notes against the textbook. He stayed in that quiet bubble, letting the steady rhythm of study settle his nerves.

 

It was only when the clock edged closer to 1:10 PM that he finally stood. Time to go.

He washed his plate and glass quietly, dried them, and placed them back in their spots. Then he moved through the apartment softly, like the walls themselves were holding their breath.

Sora stepped back into the bedroom. Fang was still lying there, curled slightly toward the spot where Sora had sat earlier. He looked peaceful now in a way Sora rarely saw.

The tension always behind his eyes, the edge in his posture was gone.

Sora walked over and knelt beside the bed, resting a hand gently against Fang’s cheek. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, barely more than a brush of skin.

 

"Hey..." he murmured. "I’ve got to go soon."

His voice was low, careful, like waking someone from a dream you didn’t want to pull them too far from. His thumb brushed lightly along Fang’s jaw as he waited for a reaction, staying close but not rushing. Just giving Fang a moment to rise from whatever calm place he'd finally found.

Sora smiled faintly.

"You can sleep some more, if you want to. I can set a spare key out for you to use" he offered. Not really realizing what he had just done.

He’d never given anyone a key to his apartment. Not even Asta. Sora liked to keep his place as his own little sanctuary. But if it was Fang.. if it was him Sora didn't have any trouble sharing.

 

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Leon stirred at the noise. A muffled thump, a groan, and the panicked rustle of limbs. His senses, sharper than most, jolted him awake almost instantly.

He blinked once, letting the blur clear from his eyes, and turned toward the sound.

There, sprawled on the floor in a clumsy, half-tangled mess of sheets and limbs, was Asta.

Leon didn’t move right away. He just watched in suprise.

The human was muttering something frantic, voice strained and desperate, trying to stand upright without wincing too hard. His hair was wild, sticking out in tufts, his skin still carrying the faint flush of sleep and last night’s lingering marks.

A huff of amusement escaped Leon before he could stop it.

He smothered the rest behind the back of his hand, hiding his grin.

His body ached in places too. But it was a good kind of ache. One that reminded him exactly how many times he had pleasured Asta, held him, made him fall apart.

The sheets beside him were still warm. He’d cleaned Asta up after he passed out, tucked him into fresh linens, and stayed there watching his face go slack in sleep. He had fall asleep beside him while watching him.

Something about the way Asta curled toward him, instinctively, even unconscious, had pinned him in place and made the shifters heart swell with love.

Leon finally rose, slow and smooth, like a panther stretching after a nap.

He padded over silently, crouching beside him without warning.

“You’re gonna sprain something if you keep moving like that,” he said, voice thick with sleep and amusement, hair tousled and falling slightly over his brow.

He reached out and brushed his fingers along Asta’s jaw.

“Relax. I’m not letting you run out of here looking like a baby deer on ice.”

He pulled a hoodie from the closet. Leon's hoodie, although practically swallowed Asta whole. “Here,” he offered gently. “Might as well be comfortable and smell like me.”

Asta stammered something in return, but Leon didn’t press him for clarity. He just watched him, quiet, gaze soft with something far deeper than amusement now. The way Asta was so undone by him and how open he’d been the night before, it humbled Leon more than he knew how to say.

 

He wanted to wrap him up. In his arms. In his scent. 

Instead, he stood, grabbing the nearest pair of sweatpants and tugging them on lazily. He glanced at Asta, who was clearly still struggling between urgency and soreness, and sighed with a crooked grin.

Leon leaned down, slid an arm around Asta’s waist, and lifted him effortlessly. Not carrying him this time, but steadying him.  “You’ll make it,” Leon murmured close to his ear. “Just breathe. I’ll drive you if I have to.”

He didn’t say what he wanted to: Don’t go. Stay a little longer. Let me keep you here, safe, where no one else can touch you.

But instead, he helped Asta to the chair beside the bed, crouched again to help him with his shoes, fingers brushing his ankle before pulling back.

Leon stood tall and reached for his phone off the nightstand, checking the time and then glancing down at the human in his hoodie.

“Next time,” he said with a smirk, “I’ll try not to ruin your legs the day before exams.” He winked.

But the heat in his gaze didn’t lie. Behind the teasing, he was watching Asta like he meant something more. 

Like he was already his.

 

Leon didn’t own a car. Most of the time he walked, or took public transit when needed. It suited him just fine.

But today wasn’t a normal day.

Today, Asta was hobbling around sore and half-dressed, clearly trying to survive a chaotic morning after a night that had… well, happened multiple times. And Leon wasn’t about to let him show up late or in worse shape than he already was.

So, without hesitation, Leon headed out into the hallway and knocked twice on the neighbor’s door.

 

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Mr. Kwan. An older gentleman who rarely left his apartment but owned a surprisingly pristine sedan he let sit idle most days.

The door creaked open after a minute. Kwan squinted through the crack, eyeing Leon with the suspicion of a man who’d lived in the city too long.

“I need a favor,” Leon said simply. “Can I borrow your car for an hour?”

Kwan sniffed. “What’s the occasion? You don’t usually ask.”

Leon’s mouth pulled into the faintest of smirks.

“Boyfriend’s got an exam. I plan to make sure he doesn’t fail out of sheer bad luck.”

 

That made Kwan raise a bushy brow. But he tossed Leon the keys anyway without further comment.

“Don’t scratch it.”

“I won’t,” Leon said, already turning away.

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Back inside the apartment, Asta was dressed. But still moving slow.

Leon stepped in, tossed the keys in the air, caught them with one hand, and motioned toward the door.

“Let’s go. We’ve got just enough time.”

Leon walked over and held the door open with one hand while guiding Asta with the other.

Downstairs, the car waited, gleaming quietly in the morning sun. Leon helped Asta into the passenger seat carefully, making sure he was comfortable, buckled, and sitting in a position that wouldn’t stress his back any more than necessary.

He slid into the driver’s side, adjusted the mirrors, and pulled into the street with the kind of ease that suggested he had driven before.. just not recently.

 

They rode mostly in silence at first, city blocks sliding by in a blur. The mid-afternoon traffic was light, and Leon cut through it with precision. Every so often, he glanced at Asta from the corner of his eye. The hoodie was too big on him, sleeves swallowing his hands, the collar stretched slightly down one shoulder.

His hoodie.

Leon liked the sight more than he wanted to admit.

As they pulled up to the campus gates, Leon slowed to a stop and parked just briefly by the sidewalk.

He turned in his seat. 

“You’ll make it with five minutes to spare.” His voice was warm, but steady.

He waited until Asta had stepped out and disappeared into the building before leaning back in the seat with a quiet exhale.

Only then did he realize his hand was still curled around the warmth Asta had left in the passenger seat.

And he smiled.

Just slightly.

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Fang stirred hearing a familiar voice. 

["Hey...I’ve got to go soon."]

 

The voice was so low and gentle. He opened his eyes alittle, feeling a soft touch gaze his chin. Sora~

Fang tiredly stared at the human, looking somewhat dazed. The smile on his face stirring up something in his heart. 

 

[ "You can sleep some more, if you want to. I can set a spare key out for you to use" ]

 

How long was he out? He left like he was asleep for days. His body felt so heavy and groggy. He slowly sat up, taking a moment to yawn and rub his eyes. " No...I want to walk with you." He muttered. He climbed out of bed with a low grown. Taking a moment to crack his neck. 

 

He put on his dirty jeans from yesterday, since that was the only thing that would fit him, and a grey hoodie he had let Sora borrow once before, finding it in the humans closet. Actually, he found three of his hoodies and two shirts tucked away. He smirked alittle. ( At this rate, he'll slowly take all of my clothes) He tied his hair back in a lose ponytail before meeting his boyfriend in the living room. He glanced over at the dinning table seeing all the books and flash cards, and the sink had some clean dishes drying. Good, Sora had eaten. 

 

" Cmon-" 

 

Fang still looked tired, and grumpy but despite that, the moment the two were outside and started walking, Fang immediately held Sora's hand, walking beside him without a care in the world. Fang just wasn't a morning person. 

 

He didn't say much as they walked. He was more of a listener anyway. His eyes would occasionally wonder their surroundings. As if he was scoping out the area. He was always protecting Sora, in more ways then one. 

 

" How long is your exam?" He questioned. Since it was only going to be a few hours, he told Sora to text him when he was done. 

 

" I'll pick you up.." He didn't need to be at work till 9 which would give them alittle more time to be around each other. When they reached the entrance to Sora's college Fang let go of his hand and pinched the boys cheek. 

"Good luck...pipesqueak ~" 

He smiled. A genuine smile, a full smile. Which was extremely rare for him. 

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Asta found himself stumbling out of bed, hitting the ground pretty hard with his legs tangled in the sheets. He hissed, wondering how he was going to make it to school. "I-its hurts to walk..am I broken?" He muttered to himself. He didnt know you could go that hard during sex, much less that wild side Leon had. Asta didnt know what he looked like in this moment, but he knew he didnt look ready to take a 4 hour exam. He struggled to untangle himself, only to hear the faint sound of a chuckle...Leon? Was he laughing?! He looked up seeing Leon out of bed and standing over him...his heart skipped a beat.

 

 It was like he froze seeing his boyfriend. How did he look so unfazed and perfect. He didnt even have bed head! Asta blushed as the man knelt down beside him. 

 

[ “You’re gonna sprain something if you keep moving like that,” ]

 

He bit his lip. He immediately looked away feeling embarrassed. 

 

[ “Relax. I’m not letting you run out of here looking like a baby deer on ice.”]

 

Asta's eyes followed Leon as he went to his cloest and retrieved one of his hoodies. He came back and slipped it on him, and it practically swallowed him whole. He got a strong swift of Leon's scent as the hoodie engulfed him, causing him to smile. He loved Leon's scent. 

 

[ “Might as well be comfortable and smell like me.”]

 

"T-thank you.."

 

The next few minutes were spent on both of them getting ready. Asta appreciate Leon helping him, his boyfriend wrapping a arm around his waist to steady him. He blinked hearing Leon tell him that he'd make it on time...and suddenly...he felt less worried. Was it normal to suddenly feel better with just a few words? "O-ok.."

 

No...this was trust... 

 

He trusted Leon again...his heart did. 

 

He watched as his boyfriend sat him down and knelt down in front of him, helping him with his shoes. Another simple act to show that he loved him. The fingers that brushed his ankles made him hold his breath. 

  

[ “Next time, I’ll try not to ruin your legs the day before exams.”] 

 

Asta didnt even care that Leon was teasing him. He still rather dazed. A blush grew on his cheeks, Leon's wink and mischievous smirk 

Asta blushed. The way Leon winked and smirked making his heart flutter. The pit of fear he once had in his stomach was gone. 

 

Curious, his eyes followed Leon as he left the room. Where was he even going? Now that Asta was alone he finished dressing himself and made his way to the bathroom to brush his hair, fixing the his messy bed head. When Leon returned he was suprised to see keys in his hand. He watched as his boyfriend playfully tossed them in the air, looking so smug and proud of himself. 

 

[ “Let’s go. We’ve got just enough time.”]

 

"S-since when do you have a car?" He questioned, following Leon out the door, Asta was definitely walking funny, hunched over slighly. Not to mention his legs felt like jelly. He had no idea you could go that hard and end up like this... he was alittle embarrassed. 

 

The two made it to a car and Leon opened his door, being a gentlemen and really going above and beyond. Taking a moment to buckle him in. Asta couldn't hide the faint blush on his face. He liked being pampered by him. 

 

To his suprise, Leon was a good driver, but he wasn't going to ask him why or how. He just wanted to enjoy this moment, his eyes staring up at Leon whenever he wasn't looking. When they pulled up to the campus gates he exhaled a sigh of relif . They made it just in time! ( Thank god. My mom would of killed me..) 

 

[ “You’ll make it with five minutes to spare.”]

 

"Thank you!" He quickly opened his door and climbed out of the car, but just as he was about to shut the door...he paused... and looked back into the vechclie, without hesitation, he quickly leaned back inside, reaching over the passenger seat and planting a quick kiss on Leon's lips. 

"F-for good luck." He blushed before hastly retreating. "I'll see you soon!" He waved. Shutting the door and trying to jog to his class. But he was definitely having a hard time. 

 

Dispite Leon being the cause for his sore body, Asta had no regrets, and still made it to class for his exams. He was even more in love with Leon then ever before...if that was even possible. 

 

He sat on one of his legs, for the majority of his exam. Alternating between the two, so they wouldn't fall asleep. It was the only way he could sit in a chair and somewhat focus. 

 

This was by far the hardest exam he'd ever taken. Not because he didn't know the material but because he kept getting distracted! His mind wondering off and replaying last night in his head. 

Things were finally going in the right direction for them...

 

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" That was brutal..." He muttered. He had finished his exam a few minutes early so he decided to wait outside Sora's classroom. He wanted to congratulate him on finishing exams but also celebrate! "I really want ice cream.." He whispered, leaning aginest the wall. He would of sat by the door but...sitting was more painful at the moment. He wondered if it was possible to ice your butt. 

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