GREENIE ↓
63CHOUX ↓
joint portfolio for 63choux and greenie, who collaborate under the name martini effect.
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Eventually, Gaku’s unsustainable levels of max alarm buckles under its own weight, collapsing in on itself into fugue and fatigue. His weakness is Yugamu’s happiness as he crawls on top, victorious, eager to claim his rightful place on the food chain. It all slots together so naturally. Yugamu’s tongue licks the chattering frozen front of his teeth until they part and his own tongue slips out and gives him something better to lick against. Gives in to what he wants.
It’s all so completely absurd, but so natural all at once, immutable, inevitable. They’re making out on the cold hard and probably disgusting floor of the bathroom where anybody could walk in, where Gaku’s only free hand keeps pushing against the hard lip of the urinal to his left in his struggle. He alternates between pushing and clinging to the solid warm cage above him, his spine writhing and arching off the cold floor. His body is reacting like it’s being electrocuted; his brain has fled his body to deal with it alone. The sensation of cold tile against his back registers confusingly and faintly while he swelters under Yugamu’s clothing draped over him like a kotatsu, while his tongue is scorching in his mouth. His face feels slippingly wet; his nose is clogged with snot. He can’t breath.
He can’t breath. He can’t breath. But every time he tries to push up on Yugamu’s chest, he just gets crushed down harder in response; it’s like fighting off an actual assailant, it’s like if he doesn’t do something he’s going to actually die. He warned him. He told Gaku: he’s not going to listen when he says no anymore. Yugamu has to be able to tell how scared he is, has to be able to tell, on some level, how new he is to all of this. But he’s-- he’s not going easy on him at all-- he’s not going to stop. If he wants him to stop, then he’s going to have to make him.
Cornered, with other no way out, he clamps down teeth, biting Yugamu’s tongue. But it’s not enough— he knows nothing about this level of extremism, a little toothscrape was nowhere near enough. He’s just discovered how pitifully friendly he really is. He’s not violent. He’s built for families, kids. But Yugamu is still dead set on invading his mouth, on pushing him and pushing him, until-- Gaku bites down HARD. Piercing through like tough beef tendon, forced to bite down harder and more callously than he’d ever in his life fathomed doing to another person, for Yugamu to finally yank his head back.
Yugamu shudders over him, arms on either side of his head, wincing in pain, a wide bloody smile slashing across his insane face. His lips are painted red like he just applied a wet coat of ruby lipstick.
Immediately Gaku kicks and wriggles out from under him, skittering backwards like an insect until his back hits the far wall of the bathroom. He flattens himself against the wall as much as possible. He stares at Yugamu in helpless dread of what he’s going to do next.
Yugamu sways there in the place he left him. Slowly, his whole body starts to tilt. His arms give way, and he collapses on top of where Gaku once was like a house without its support beam. He lays there slumped on his side, limbs crossed limply and breathing shallowly, like a massively pregnant cat or something. Yugamu’s head tilts up, neck craning to keep Gaku in his mercurial sights. His eyes are halfway closed in a stare of sublime ecstasy. His whole body is shuddering with it.
He leers at Gaku through slitted, satisfied eyes, the entire lower half of his face stained red. Gaku stares back with his shoulders still pushing against the wall, breathing just as hard, cheeks stained twice as red.
