Admin Mawile: The first of the nsfw requests is here! This one honestly came out more fluffy, but oh well. It’s pretty darn cute! ((┘ﾟ∀ﾟ)┘

Eyes fluttering closed, dark lashes casting soft shadows on his cheeks, Kanato was as pretty as you’d ever seen him.

His face is red and tear streaked, soft skin flushed dark.

“You did good, Kanato,” you said, brushing a hand through his sweat-damp hair. He made a soft, tired little noise in response, rolling over and curling up so that his head rested against your hip.

Somehow, you’d managed to get three orgasms out of him, one after another, until he was sobbing into the sheets, too weak to even struggle. You’d only let up a moment ago, and by that point, Kanato looked downright fucked-out, half out of his mind with pleasure.

It was a good look on him, you thought.

“You’re going to kill me,” he mumbles, sounding oddly happy about it.

“Darn right I am. And you’re going to love it,” you laugh, and pull his skinny body up into your lap before he can complain.

There’s something fragile about the way he tucks his head against your chest, soft breaths falling against your skin. He looks small and vulnerable, softly snuggling up to your skin like he needs the attention oh-so badly. You can only imagine how many people never gave it to him.

“Good boy… So good for me,” you whisper, and you can feel the way Kanato shudders at the words, going limp all at once against your chest. “You’re such a sweet boy. I’m so lucky to have you.”

Kanato whines, low and almost distressed, nuzzling closer to you. He hides his face in your chest, thin legs curling up around you like parenthesis.

He makes a noise like he’s dying when you start to press little kisses all over his face and hair. You wrap your arms around him and squeeze him close to you, firm enough that he’ll feel grounded and held tight.

A few moments pass like that, peacefully, and you allow Kanato to cling onto you like he never wants to let go, rocking him softly in a gesture that’s as tender as you can manage. You know that vampire aren’t exactly gentle creatures, but the poor thing seems downright starved for love, and well, what kind of partner would you be if you didn’t give it to him.

“We’ve got to clean up, you know,” you say eventually. “You’re gonna throw a fit when you wake up all sticky.”

Kanato makes an incoherent noise into your chest, before tipping his head up enough to speak. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t want you to move, so we’re staying here. You got your way plenty already,” he says, sniffling.

His lips are kiss-swollen and red, you note.

You want to kiss him until they bruise.

“Alright, you little monster. We’ll cuddle instead. Don’t cry any more.” You kiss his forehead again, and Kanato sighs, content.

Squirming a bit to get closer to you, he moves with you when you roll over, firmly lodging himself in the space between your chest and the bed. He mumbles something about you being warm, and brushes his lips against your skin, softer than you once thought he could be.

You squeeze him close to you, tight enough that he’ll never feel like he could slip away.