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Your eyes blinked open, trying to focus on a bland concrete ceiling. When you sat up, you looked at the other blank walls surrounding your bed, leaving your mind free to fill in the details with fuzzy recollections of where you were. Before falling asleep, you’d spent a good deal of time looking for a hairdresser for Mr. Chopped, and the journey back had taken it out of you.
A high pitched cackle from the side of the bed made you jump.
“ You awake! ” Mr.Crawling said excitedly, his head tilted up towards you. You’d only meant to take a quick nap, but your drowsiness made you question how long it had actually been. From his relaxed stance on all fours, you wouldn’t be able to tell from Mr. Crawling. It seemed like he could wait an eternity and still be just as excited to see you.
You moved your legs around to sit on the edge of the bed and face him properly. Mr. Crawling dipped his head and looked disappointed.
“ You go? Search exit? ” he asked, focused on the floor.
Time seemed to have no meaning in this place, apart from the toll it had taken on your body. You were too tired to be in a hurry, but you dreaded what you would find underneath the bandages on your face when you finally got home.
“ Maybe… you wait here, a little. You, me, together, ” he continued. There was no hint of his usual playful mood.
You leaned closer to him. “ Why you sad? ”
“ Not sad. You gone, me sad. You here, me happy. ”
Out of all the terrifying things you’d encountered, Mr. Crawling had been the most good natured of them all. It was hard to ignore the way your pulse jumped —not from fear, but from something else— when he’d covered you with his body to hide you from Mr. Scarletella. The edges of his yukata had hung loosely over you, and a stray thought had entered your mind, wondering what he might look like beneath it.
You reached out tenderly for his chin to gently tilt his face back towards you. It was hard to tell whether the wound where his eyes could have been had always been like that. Regardless, he’d always been able to perceive everything going on around him through this mysterious eyeless gaze. It was eerily beautiful. You weren’t sure if he had noticed the way you’d blushed when he ran his fingers through your whitening hair when showing his appreciation for your new haircut.
He kept that mysterious gaze on you, lips parted as if he was about to say something. It was bizarre to see someone who could be so terrifying be so uncertain and shy. He seemed to decide against saying anything and just leaned his head on your lap.
Truthfully, you’d been dreading leaving. Each time you had entered the room, either with Mr. Crawling trailing behind you, or relieved to see him still waiting for you, was accompanied by the sick feeling that you’d be going back alone. The attachment had felt like a silly, frivolous thing— perhaps he was just being helpful. Other times, playful. You never pictured him being so sad to see you go.
You took a short, stuttering breath for courage.
“ Me… like you. ”
Mr. Crawling turned his head back to you with a sudden jolt.
“ You like… me? ” he asked back, confusion in his voice. You nodded and smiled in response.
“ I like you! ” He pounced on you in one smooth motion, pushing you back against the bed.
“ I like you I like you I like you,” he repeated over and over, ending with that cackle that sent a shiver up your spine.
You laughed too, your face warm and flushed from the way he pressed his body against you. His laughter faded, suddenly seeming lost for a moment. He shyly raised a hand, brushing his fingertips over the edges of your bandages, then tracing a delicate pathway over your lips.
“Pretty, ” he whispered almost breathlessly.
You reached up and did the same, tracing his jawline as he leaned into your touch. Out of curiosity, you briefly brushed aside his hair to get a better look at his face, revealing more of the bloodied wound he had instead of his eyes.
“ Pretty, ” you whispered back.
He leaned over you, his hair shrouding you in a curtain of black silk. Your pulse started to quicken as he got closer, your lips barely meeting.
“ ...touch, ” he whispered, as if only just remembering where he was.
“ Touch,” you whispered back quietly. He captured your lips with his, the pressure of his lips needy but gentle.
When you parted from the kiss, he moved off you and crawled further onto the bed to give you some space. His hands enveloped yours, bringing them to his chest. He guided your hands to roam across his chest, then to the edges of his yukata at his shoulders, gently teasing it so it became loose and dropped to his waist. He hadn’t been wearing anything underneath after all.
You continued to run your hands over his chest, enjoying the feel of his skin. Its grey tone almost seemed translucent. His mouth remained parted in a half gasp, savouring your touch before reaching out to remove your raincoat. He playfully tugged at the waistline of your skirt before you helpfully unbuttoned it for him, shimmying it off and letting it drop to the floor. He watched you carefully, then unraveled the rest of his yukata and let it drop too. He was already hard.
“ Touch ,” you said again, reaching over to stroke him, but he lightly held back your wrist.
“ Wait. ”
He moved down the bed until he was able to lie on his back, and instinctively you moved to straddle him. He surprised you by grabbing the back of your thighs, the grip of his fingers sinking into their softness, and pulled you to move closer to his face.
You took the opportunity to strip yourself of your t-shirt and bra, and he watched with inhuman stillness as your fingers nimbly repeated long familiar steps of unbuttoning and unhooking; learning your ways. He pulled your thighs closer until you were hovering above his face. You tried mimicking his movements from earlier and clasped his hands, and bringing them to the waistband of your panties, and he needed no further encouragement to pull them down on his own.
You prepared yourself to awkwardly shimmy off your panties, but he allowed impatience to get the better of him and ripped the material with surprising ease, letting it fall to the floor. The thought of having to get home without underwear dissipated from your mind once he started to run a soft fingertip along your labia, teasing you and enjoying how wet you were.
A quiet moan escaped your lips, and he excitedly grabbed your ass to make you sit on his face, his tongue swirling around your clit. His tongue played with you until you were practically dripping and gripping his biceps to hold onto anything that would keep your mind from dissolving under his attentive touch.
He pushed his tongue deeper, playfully parting you to follow with two fingers he curled into you. You leaned backwards to give yourself up to him, moving to hold onto his legs while you slowly rocked your hips into the motions of his hands. A soundless cry formed on your lips as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge, making your thighs shake as you tried to hold yourself steady against the orgasm that threatened to tear itself through you.
Crawling snuck a third finger inside you, his hands slick with your arousal. Without missing a beat, he began sucking and lapping at you with his large frenzied tongue until you couldn’t hold back anymore, the orgasm shuddering through you. He gripped you tightly with his free arm as you allowed your body to become light with pleasure.
Looking behind you, you could see he was painfully erect, but he showed no signs of impatience. Moving free of his passionate grip, you moved yourself back towards his hips, wrapping a hand around his hard length. You gently stroked him and he sighed with contentment, and then he tried to move your hand away again.
“ Want you ,” he said, almost choked with need.
“ You, me, together, ” you said.
He nodded.
You guided him into you, lowering yourself onto him slowly until he was fully sheathed inside you. His hands hovered by your hips, trembling as if he was holding himself back. You placed your hands over his again, encouraging him to sink his nails into your flesh as you began to rock against him, enjoying the feel of him filling you up in the afterglow.
He let his fingers dig into you once more, moving his hips upwards to meet your movements and
Your movements together quickened, and deciding he wanted to be closer, to devour more of you, he lifted your hips so he was able to throw you back onto the bed. Now he was on top. His lips crashed into yours, and you hooked your arms around him to keep him close.
“ Fast, fast, ” you whispered into his ear before biting his earlobe. He let out a lustful whine. The grip on your hips tightened, pulling you back down and to drive himself deeper with each thrust, losing himself in the sensation.
Lowering your fingers to your clit, you massaged it through the sensitivity, touching yourself until you rode it into another wave of pleasure. You came again with a breathy moan that he captured with a kiss, only breaking from it when he let out a choked gasp and finally let himself come. Not wanting it to end, he held you close and pumped himself into you, fading out his orgasm until he gradually came to a stop.
Mr. Crawling kept his arms wrapped around you, in a fierce but tender hold, seeking your lips once more.
“ Me together you, always, ” he said, kissing you. He then buried himself into your neck and inhaled your scent, both shielded from the world behind his long black hair.
Perhaps you didn’t need to go back after all.