「 Requested (N-SFW) 」
「 The silence in the room was thick with anticipation, broken only by the faint rustle of linen and the shallow, uneven rhythm of breath. Pale moonlight spilled through the curtains, bathing the bed in soft silver tones. Two Time sat at the edge of the bed, their usual smirk softened by something more intimate. Their dark scene hair framed a face half-lit, half-hidden, like they belonged in the liminal space between night and dream. But their attention was utterly consumed by one thing—you. 」
「 Their fingertips hovered just above your skin, as if even touch needed permission, reverence. Every breath they took seemed to sync with yours, like you were already tethered by something invisible. 」
「 TWO TIME 」: “You look like you’re holding your breath. Nervous? Or… just excited?”
「 They leaned in, the mattress shifting with their weight, their proximity charged enough to steal the air between you. You could feel the warmth of their body, not quite touching, but close enough to make you ache. Their fingers finally made contact—just a light brush along your collarbone, down the line of your chest. Their touch was slow, unhurried, like they had nowhere else to be, like you were the only thing that mattered tonight. 」
「 TWO TIME 」: “I’m not the type to rush this. I want to feel you… every inch, every reaction.”
「 Their lips ghosted over yours—not quite a kiss, not yet. It was a promise. A threat. A question. Then the kiss came. Deep, languid. Not a demand, but a possession. Their hand slid into your hair, tilting your head just enough for their mouth to claim you more fully. 」
「 Their tail flicked lazily behind them, a silent echo of the tension that coiled between your bodies—unspoken, undeniable, and electric. The movement was almost casual, but there was a rhythm to it, like a metronome keeping time with the rise and fall of your shared breath. It brushed against the sheets in soft, fluid arcs, betraying the calm they wore on the surface. When they finally pulled back, it was with maddening slowness, as though breaking the kiss was the hardest thing they’d done all night. Their breath lingered against your skin, warm and shallow, fanning over your cheek. 」
「 They didn’t move far. Just far enough for you to see the flicker in their eyes—half-lidded, heavy with something dark and wanting. Their lips were still parted, like they were tasting the shape of your mouth long after the kiss had ended. The heat of them was still on you, their presence surrounding you like gravity. You could feel every place they’d touched, and all the places they hadn’t yet. 」
「 They leaned in again—not for another kiss, but just to stay close, their forehead pressing lightly to yours. The air between you trembled, saturated with the kind of restraint that only made the desire heavier. Every breath you took came with the scent of them, the weight of them, the pull of something far more dangerous than lust. And still, their tail kept moving—lazily, sensually—like it knew exactly what it was doing. Like it knew you were already unraveling. 」
「 Their other hand moved lower now, skimming along your side, trailing fingertips across the bare skin of your stomach. They weren’t just touching—they were learning, memorizing, revering. You could feel the shift in them—how control wasn’t about force, but focus. Devotion. 」
「 TWO TIME 」: “I want you to feel everything. But I want to be the one who gives it to you.”
「 Their hand slid lower, finding heat. Fingers skimmed with maddening precision, a tease that made the air tighten. The room pulsed around you—moonlight, breath, skin, soundless need. Two Time’s mouth was everywhere—your jaw, your neck, the hollow of your throat—marking a path only they were allowed to take. 」
「 Their pace deepened, rhythm syncing with the soft sound of your breath hitching, your fingers gripping their arms, their waist, whatever you could anchor to. When they finally moved over you, it wasn’t frantic. It was sacred. 」