GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM THE DEAD AGAIN! HIGH YA'LL I JUST GOT MOTIVATION SO HERE IS YOUR PROBABLY-TWO-YEAR LONG UPDATE THAT YOU DESERVE!

Also thank you to everyone who's been commenting ever since. I can't tell you how grateful I am— I really do look at them and my heart always swells from the amount of support I get despite making you all wait!

Enjoy!

"Kid..." Soul whispered as the shinigami went down on him. The top of the dress had been yanked down impatiently as the bottom was pulled up onto his waist. Soul was not exactly feeling all that comfortable exposing the underwear Kid had forced him to wear, but the meister had already forced his legs apart while trailing an eager tongue downward.

"What happened to all that talk about wanting me~?" Kid taunts playfully while tugging gently at the black panties. Soul knew it was all drunk talk, and yet he still finds his head swimming upon the most dumbest answers.

"Well, maybe you aren't doing enough," he answers smoothly, matching the tone Kid gave him. He receives a predatory gaze, as he had expected, and Kid leans down to give the silk material a long lick. Right in between his legs.

"Oh!" The scythe suddenly calls out from the wet action. His legs shudder, but Kid keeps an iron grip on his thighs as he dived in for more. The sly pink tongue glides over his clothed erection, his sensitive sac, and holy hell the one twitching spot that would drive him insane. It seemed Kid knew, because the tongue travels just low enough to plant firmly against his clothed entrance.

"You dirty scythe, you like that, don't you~?" The male whispers perversely. Judging by his shivering body and flushed look, it was safe to say that Soul was enjoying it immensely. His arms spring forward and clutch onto Kid's shoulders, unsure of whether or not it was a vain attempt to pull him up.

"Kid, I want it. I want you. I'm tired of waiting, so..." He shuts his eyes tightly, swallowing whatever pride he had left in himself. "Please stop teasing. If you want to fuck me, then do it already!"

It was a while before he opened his eyes to see Kid's reaction. There was none. Just a blank stare that had most likely been there this whole time. Of course Soul's face peaked at an all-time high of a rosy color, but this is short-lived when Kid's eyes narrow. Soul's heart jumps in his chest at the stern expression. God, he loved it whenever Kid's expression would harden. He hated the quirk so much, because it always got to him. It aroused him.

And as he thought of this, Kid looms over him with his black and white bangs curtaining their faces. He did not even have to bat an eye. With a thumping heart, Soul had already reached up to Kid to bring their lips together. Fuck, he just had to be the one to initiate like the greedy weapon he is. The shinigami's lips were so tempting. Everything about him was just begging to be clung onto or groped. It may be the toxicity running through his nerves, but honestly, it's been this way for a long while.

Low moans here, shuffling there. Their lips smack together much too eagerly as Kid undid his pants. Soul's tight grip on the sleeves of his dress shirt pretty much did it in for him. And the sight of Soul half naked in his hand-pick dress...

Soul's gasp hitches when his legs are pushed down and apart. A timid, yet eager smile spreads across his face when Kid positions himself, tightening his grip on the pale skin. "Do you not want the dress to come off?" Kid asks as a final offer.

"A little costume-work for the show wouldn't kill us," is Soul's response and he barely has time to ready himself when the hot, craved flesh begins to enter him. His salivating mouth is left in a wide gape as he throws his head back on the pillow. Pain. What pain? All he could feel is an intense heat forcing its way inside. Inside to the hilt.

Soul's head turns to it side. His sharp teeth bears when Kid grips the sheets on either side of his head and thrusts in. The weapon's back arches from the impact of the shinigami's waist pushing against his and a choked moan escapes from him. "K-Kid!"

Kid buries his head into the nape of Soul's neck, moaning quietly as he thrusts into the hot heat he so desperately craved. Soul's arms completely interlock around his neck and the boy holds the reaper closely, pushing back into the erotic movements. Kid bites onto Soul's neck, which emits a shocked breath from Soul. The previous hickey was no more... which means...

The thrusting grows more frantic, interrupting Soul from anymore conflicting thoughts. His chest heaves from the wet movement and their abdomens rubbing pleasantly against his leaking manhood.

"Ah! Hah! Kid!" Kid removes his teeth from the new raging red mark over Soul's neck, not responding in the sort. Instead, he turns the boy's head for their gazes to meet.

"From now on, only look at me, okay~?" Kid says with a pleased smirk. Soul was already flushed from the lovemaking, but with his emotions swirling and his nerves skyrocketing, he leans in to kiss Kid. For just that moment. Then, he parts them.

"From now on..." Soul promises.

Kid stares for a moment, perhaps surprised from this firm declaration. Yet he leans in and gives deeper thrusts. Soul's moaning drives him as their ecstasies are nearly reached. Their hips grow tremulous once the bed begins to squeak. Through the intense lovemaking, Soul finally reaches his peak, nearly clawing the shinigami's back as he orgasmed. His cry had resonated over the walls and it took no longer for Kid to feel the warm semen painting their abdomens, causing him to tense up through his ejaculation. Both boys let out a prolong moan, and Soul's breathing stutters once he is filled. Some of the semen leaks out as Kid finally pulls away, but before he could go, Soul grips rather tightly onto his sleeve.

"I wasn't going anywhere," says Kid.

"I know... but..." Kid waits for Soul to continue, yet he does not pursue any further. The meister finally lays down and practically yanks Soul into his arms.

"Is this better?" asks Kid.

"Mhh..." replies a muffled Soul.