Drabble: Aftermath (YnM, Hisoka/Tsuzuki)
Aftermath
The ground is covered with glass, the warehouse gutted. Everything around him is broken when Hisoka kisses him. It's aggressive, demanding, an argument compressed into motion, but Tsuzuki knows this isn't right, that Hisoka can't really want --
Hisoka pulls back a little, breath hot and fast against Tsuzuki's skin, though when he speaks his voice is steady with a hint of coldness.
"Stop. You don't get to tell me what I want."
Another kiss, gentle enough to be dangerous. Strong fingers tighten around his wrists.
The air smells of smoke. Tsuzuki's broken bones slowly try to knit themselves back together.
The ground is covered with glass, the warehouse gutted. Everything around him is broken when Hisoka kisses him. It's aggressive, demanding, an argument compressed into motion, but Tsuzuki knows this isn't right, that Hisoka can't really want --
Hisoka pulls back a little, breath hot and fast against Tsuzuki's skin, though when he speaks his voice is steady with a hint of coldness.
"Stop. You don't get to tell me what I want."
Another kiss, gentle enough to be dangerous. Strong fingers tighten around his wrists.
The air smells of smoke. Tsuzuki's broken bones slowly try to knit themselves back together.