2;43 AM.

The room was dim, heat thick under the covers, breaths shallow. You were on your side—body curved gently inward—spooned tight against Sae's chest. One of his arms was under your head, the other curled low around your waist, wrist resting heavy against your stomach, possessive in that silent Sae way. He wasn’t saying anything. But he didn’t need to.

Behind you—pinned against your back like a furnace with no boundaries—was Shidou.

Half-naked, golden-haired chaos in human form. His hair was tousled from sleep (and probably too much rolling around), dyed pink roots messy and sweat-damp. He had one leg thrown haphazardly over both of yours. His chest was bare and hot against your spine. One hand had slipped under the hem of your shirt, palm sprawled boldly over your stomach like he belonged there.

But it was his mouth causing problems.

Shidou’s lips were against the curve of your neck, breath warm and uneven. He wasn’t kissing you, not really—just mouthing, like he was testing pressure. Soft and slow at first: just lips brushing skin, brushing the dip under your ear, dragging lazily down the side of your throat.

Then came the teeth.

Gentle bites. A graze. A little nip right at the spot where your shoulder met your neck. His teeth caught there. Not enough to bruise (yet), but enough to make you feel it—aware of it. Of him.

You twitched under him slightly—an involuntary response.

He hummed against your skin, smug. Then did it again, a little lower.

Sae exhaled—sharp. Cold. Controlled rage at a steady simmer.

“Shidou,” he said, voice gravel-soft, “if you bite them again, I will strangle you with that ugly chain around your neck.”

Shidou grinned against your throat. The chain did jingle a bit. He didn’t stop.

The pink haired man; Sae, his hand slid lower, under the hem of your shirt, joining Shidou’s. Not to start anything. Just to claim what Shidou had touched. Quietly. Calmly. Entirely.

The bed creaked, again. Loudly.

In fact, he started shifting again—rolling his hips just a little, thigh dragging upward between yours. Not sexual—yet—but heavy, distracting. Loud.

Sae stiffened behind you. You felt his arm flex—his whole body tensing like he was about to launch up and drag Shidou bodily out of the bed.

But he didn’t.