Work Text:
Regect slides his arms around Z's mid-section, pulling him in. The warmth raptures him, burning pleasantly. It's a searing line, pressed against his mid-section, causing ripples of heat throughout his body. He leans back, savouring the weight of Regect's invisible head, resting against the cusp of his neck, the ghost of his breath tickling him.
Regect squeezes, pressing his damp, barren back against his ribbed chest. His jet-black form smothers Z, ink spilling into white. Z is ensnared, trapped. His body is no longer solely his own; Regect's talons splay over it, wandering. He caresses his chest, knobbly claws brushing against the underlying muscle. If his body is the fixture containing his essence, then he must pilgrimage and find the soul within. He explores Z's form, pressing against the alabaster stretch of skin. Z laxes into his touch, taking it upon himself to enjoy this guilty pleasure while it lasts.
The mingling, intertwined body heat warms the water pooling about their knees as they sit, bathing. Unraveled, Z sighs, leaning back. He craves more— he wants desperately. Regect has cornered him, pinning him against himself, and Z can't muster up the notion to pull away.
Why?
Regect smells natural and warm, blending with the swirling soap, which is reminiscent of unswirled creamer. The water laps as Z shifts, his knees surfacing the pool.
He turns, facing Regect, loosening himself from his grasp. Slowly, he leans forwards, the water rippling with his movements. There's no banter, no arguing— only an ample, much needed silence. He feels for Regect's face, cupping it. His hand rests on his cheek, using it as a marker as he finds his mouth. Exploring him, Z brushes his thumb against his lip, Regect quivering ever so slightly in response.
"You have a sharp face," Z notes, using his other hand to feel along his cheekbone and jawline.
"I know," Regect boasts, a small increment of his personality wading through the mist.
It was like glass, in its translucency. His body is alien, confusing; Z wants to discover it. His thumb continues to brush against his upper lip, teasing him. He moves the hand aside, rather resting it upon his cheek, and pecks him gently, testing the feeling. Not a locking of lips, or something fervent: a small gesture. Regect reciporates, lining a kiss along his jaw, neck tilted alongside a presumably existent face.
Before Z can do anything more, he grips his face firmer in his talon, and they truly meet this time. Z tilts his head naturally, lips parting slightly. His mouth moves with the cadence of his heartbeat, increasing in pace; rapid. His chest hammers, hands wandering over Regect's chest as his lips work, pulsing against his desperately. Warm water trails from his hand, cupping Regect's translucent face as he takes more of a lead. He parts, breathless, watching him shiver in response.
His legs click in, like the hidden half of a crescent moon. A puzzle piece. Regect's talon adorns his hair, pulling on it.
Regect kisses him firmly once more, Z stifling a groan. Z presses into him hungrily, relishing in his flavour. The push and pull is exhilarating, them getting swept into it. The water ripples as they move together.
"Please," Regect mumbles. "You feel good, really good."
His hand reaches for Z's, in that perfect, familiar way. His senses disconnect, before reorientating, mixed with Regect's. Merged; intertwined. The almost tangible weight of Regect, rested at the back of his mind feels comforting. Their emotions mingle, blending into ecstacy, joy and an underlying sense of anxiousness. Their heart hammers; their body burns. Z feels Regect take control, wrapping his arms around the body and submerging into the water, stretching out their shared limbs. The warmth envelopes the two, the racing excitement sizzling into a mellow comfort.