Prurio [Tsukiyama x Reader]

[Tsukiyama’s perspective]

The simplest of minds would say that partaking of food is nothing more than source of fuel, a source of ineffectual comfort, a mindless engagement of mouth to esophagus for the pettiest of excuses.

Imbéciles.

So many humans fail to comprehend the undeserved privileges bestowed on them. So open are they to a world of delight, an esoteric abundance of taste, flavor, savor, yet they refuse to take such a perfect opportunity to explore this universe of possibility.

Partaking of a meal should be so much more than just ingesting of substance - a repast must incorporate every sense, the manner in which it is prepared, the aroma, the luxurious textures coating the tongue with every bite, the complexity of flavors melding into a sensuous yet simplistic harmony. Such a feast is a work of art, not only fueling the body but awakening every aspect of the soul and mind.

Even dwelling amongst these ungrateful creatures as a ghoul, with what seems to be few options open to me, I still manage to notice the potential to be drawn from each delicacy, the possibilities to be explored, the opportunities to be taken! The texture of the skin, the quality of the blood, the variety of imperfections, the hue of the muscle fibers, each anatomical structure tells a story, both beautiful and tragic, without the person uttering one syllable. I discover more about someone than they are even aware of with one simple bite.

It is a prerogative granted only to ghouls, and I milk it for all it s worth.

You however are anomaly. You have witnessed at my most hideous on more than one occasion. You know what I am. You know what I must devour in order to survive.

Yet, you endure at my side.

You seek out my company, listen to my verbose conversation, even smile at an occasional, imprudent word or two.

Many a time, I have nearly taken you as my next meal,

and just before I can sink my teeth into you, you press two fingers into my neck, urging me closer, as if you wish for me to.

No words exist to illustrate the gravitas of emotion your actions bore into my very soul, what power your presence holds over me.

Unable am I to release you now.

Now, I shall permanently make you mine.

Within the foyers of my edifice, only two souls reside; yours and mine - no one to appease, no one to answer for our actions, except our lovesick hearts.

A simple exploration of your face with my fingertips send tingles up the length of my arms, heating my body, triggering my mouth to moisten.

Such a perfect texture, such a heavenly aroma. It proves such a challenge not to imagine how you would taste, how your skin would break and your blood coating my touch.

The craving battling with the carnal - perhaps these powerful desires raging against one another fuels the excitement.

You sense this as your delicate neck strains to capture your breath, allowing those elegant muscles to protrude every so lightly.

I lean closer to your enticing, slightly parted lips. I sense the sparks igniting as friction begins. Your eyes close. My eyes close. How something so tiny provide such a sensation is a mystery, one that might never be unraveled.

How even more delightful that it can be shared between a creature of heaven and a devil like myself?

Releasing a quivering breath, no longer am I able to contain myself. Clutching your body to my own, I engulf your mouth in a kiss, rhythmic, sultry, yearning. Your fingers entwine with my own. Sweet sounds emanate within your throat as you attempt to retain a little control of yourself.

Try as you may, mon colibri, but the night is young.

Let us make fools of ourselves chained only by silken sheets.





Que mes baisers soient les mots d'amour que je ne te dis pas....