The wasted Izumi quickly lost strength and merely lay in Wraith's arms, returning his stares.

“Do zhu.. hate me?”

“Of course not.” Wraith felt his heart titter and tatter as he observed the gloss in Izumi's eyes.

“Thenn why haf you ben actingn wei-hick-!-rd?”

“Because I wasn't sure how I felt about you. I needed some time to think, because every time I'm with you, I don't feel like myself.”

“wHhat dus that meen?”

“I’ll tell you when you're sober, alright?”

A caress graced Izumi's hot cheeks. “Ok….”

Unable to hold himself back any longer, Wraith hugged Izumi's lips, which were warmer than usual. Quickly did Izumi sink into his grasp, pleading for the sweet sensation of his piercing. The tang of alcohol permeated from his mouth and saturated the inside of Wraith's. Securing his stance, Izumi sat on his knees over Wraith, shoving himself into his clutches. Now, Izumi was the more forceful one, trying to reach the depths of Wraith's throat until he pulled Izumi away.

“Are you- alright?”

The slurs in his speech began to fade, a much stronger emotion taking its place. “Fwhahhh…I’mnn reaalllyy hornyy…”

Ahhh fuck me… Wraith took deep breaths, trying to quell his inclinations.

“Pleaasee...I want...you inside….”

A burning swell twisted Wraith's torso and groin, still fighting his raging desires. Wraith he's drunk don't do it...don't do it…

In the midst of his turmoil, Izumi forced himself onto Wraith once more, securing another loose kiss. Desperately his hands shuffled to undo the buttons of his dress shirt.

“Nndmfh~-fhah..hahhh...your chest...really turns me on….”

Wraith was stunned into helplessness, unable to halt Izumi's advances. They exchanged amatory sighs, the unsavory aftertaste of liquor pouring into Wraith's mouth. Izumi redirected his hands elsewhere, fondling the protruding bulge in Wraith's slacks. He rushed to unbuckle his belt and unveil his shaft as quickly as possible. As Izumi continued to trade saliva with Wraith, he stroked the full length of his firm erection, up to and including his tip and gems. This was the closest Wraith ever got to extricating a moan, tightly gripping Izumi's shirt to restrain himself. But, Izumi's mouth longed for something else. Removing himself from Wraith, he seated himself on the stone floor before him, leaning forward between Wraith's spread legs while he cradled Izumi's hair. Every part of him was screaming in an effort to push him to stop Izumi, as the sight of his private so close to his face was already above his tolerance limit, yet he couldn't bring himself to do so, only watching as it disappeared into Izumi's mouth. Wraith muted himself with his hand, too aroused by not just the image, but the act as well. Steadily bobbing his head, Izumi wrapped his lips around Wraith's pulsing cock, sucking softly as he outlined with his tongue, giving more care to the tip.

The tightness in Wraith's chest pained him to the point of finally releasing his voice. “Mhnn-.....hhahh…” In comparison to Izumi's, it was much deeper and more sultry, motivating him to continue, now a bit faster.

At times he would remove his mouth, resuming the deed with his hands that sought to extract as much pleasure as possible, while Wraith clasped his hair and haphazardly held his other paw in front of his mouth, resisting the urge to thrust inside.

“Fuck...ahhh-~-...nmhh…”

The need to release himself vastly approached, and if he had to witness his sperm on Izumi's face or in his mouth, he couldn't promise that Izumi would make it home in one piece.

“S-stop...sh-hit-hhah-...Izu-mi..--...”

Wraith pulled Izumi away as his words weren't reaching him.

“Did I….not do good…?” A gloss in his gaze indicating sadness.

Aughh how can you be this cute and hot at the same time? “N-no you were doing great, but I want to try something.”

Wraith brought him closer, removing Izumi's lower half of clothing and guiding him onto the couch. Laying down, Izumi now hovered over Wraith, his naked rear hanging over his face, while he was still presented with Wraith's moistened shaft. Although drunk, the intent was clear enough for him to understand, so he reunited his mouth with Wraith's private, while Wraith synched his with Izumi's hole, using his hands to spread his cheeks.

“Mnhf-..?!” Izumi tried to focus on the task before him, but the sensation of wet french kisses from behind was new to him. He struggled to devour his course with Wraith’s ravaging of his lower area serving as a major interference.

“Fhnhhmhfn~!!” Izumi's lips smacked as they detached from Wraith's length, his need to orally release himself overcoming his desire to finish the act. “Fhhaa~-hhah~~!” Wraith's ushered Izumi to sit up by tugging on his jacket, resulting in him situating himself on Wraith's face. He held his shirt and jacket by his chest to prevent it from impediment. It was the first time a tongue has ever thrashed inside of him, let alone so insatiably.

“Mnhah~! Wraithh- pleasse.. I want...yyour dick..mnhh…~”

  By his whim, like a slave to Izumi’s wishes, Wraith perches up and they both discard the rest of their clothing. Izumi bends over onto the sofa, invitingly lifting his ass and arching his back. Without any further hesitation, Wraith fills his walls, a vice-like grip on his hips.

“Hfhaa~~!!” His fervent voice was much louder compared to usual, squirreling and twitching at every touch. Using Izumi’s hips as leverage, he continuously lunged within, titillating his depths.

“Ss-sslap mn-hnfme….ahh~!!”

Albeit ever so slightly reluctantly, Wraith spank his rear, a loving twitch clutched Wraith.

“Mnhaa~~!”

“Nhhf-fuck don’t...do that...hahh…..”

Although he says this, Wraith strikes him again, getting a kick out of his verbal and physical controtions.

“Ahh~ahh~~! Wra-ai-th~!!”

Izumi’s skin began to scorch and sting, coloring a light red with each slap, but he enjoyed it regardless. Any doubt that Wraith had regarding his convictions were gone at this point. He had forgotten how phenomenal sex was when he actually had feelings for the person. Ever since Lavina, Wraith’s heart remained locked, and the key was buried within the abyss of his past. But Izumi changed him. Without knowing anything about who he used to be, or rather, uncaring of his past self, Izumi broke through his barriers and shattered the lock, bringing him into a tender embrace. Like a dog on a leash, he was Izumi’s. And he would give him anything he wanted, even if it was out of his control, he would find a way.

“Qu-it...mnh-hhah-~-...squeezing me…” Wraith combed his hair with his fingers and sighed in pleasure, taking in Izumi’s meshed moans and melted eyes.

“Nmhha~~!!~”

There was no warning preceding Izumi’s milky outburst, juxtaposing the color of the scarlet sofa, while Wraith was unable to finish on his end. Still, he removed himself to allow Izumi a second to recover. In his gaze was a quiver that craved for more, even through his slight fatigue. Wraith’s affections turned into an obsession, getting the best of him. Sweeping Izumi off the couch, he carried him over to the bed and laid him down by the edge while Wraith stood wrapped by his legs. Almost immediately he reinserted himself, a yelp jolting out of Izumi.

“Wai~hha~~!! I-ahh~-!”

It didn’t take long for the blood to rush back to him, fueled by the brewing and burning liquor within him. Nails scratched Wraith’s back as he set aside his partner’s sensitivity, who was almost pushed over his boundaries nearly instantly had he not clutched onto Wraith. Even through the mattress’s size it struggled to stay silent, creaking in chime with the vigorous swings.

Wraith elevated Izumi’s flushed face that dissolved in his embrace, emitting a soft whisper, “Look...at me..”

Too stirred, or too drunk, or likely both, the request didn’t reach Izumi’s ears, as his gaze remained concealed. So, Wraith pressed his lips to Izumi’s to gain his attention, which did the trick. Every person, be it human or ghost, had a soul, an essence that acted as their core. Many overlook the importance of souls, yet Wraith knew how to read them well. In his relaxed eyes reflected Izumi’s long held affinity for the specter, a fervid thread that pulled them close and weaved into a knot, securing their bond forever. Several times did he try to extinguish this thread, knowing what it entailed, but it always persevered. As though mocking his attempts, it only drew him in more, and seeing the human before him which gladly welcomed his mixture of debauchery and affections was a foreign fondness to him. This cultivation of emotions, ranging from confusion and fear to attraction, caused a sentiment to slip from the confines of his mind and into the humid air.

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“Do you...like..me..?”

  The question was a genuine one, not one meant to stimulate the passion any further. Rather, it was a revelation of Wraith’s heart and the constraining disarray he was at a loss to handle. Not even under normal circumstances would he wish to ask this, but he only realized the mistake after the words had already left him. He didn’t want to take advantage of Izumi’s incredibly intoxicated state, so he tried to retract the statement, to no avail.

“I-”

“M-mnhm…”

Wraith was willing to brush the response off as a moan and drown his conflict with his self-hatred, yet even through the alcohol, or because of it, Izumi made himself clearer.

“I...l-love..hahh....y-ou...ahh-a~h-l-lot…”

His pace slowed to a halt. There was a constriction in his throat that prevented him from speaking or reacting properly. It didn’t matter though. All that would come out would be a myriad of curses, cusses, doubts, and refusals. Perhaps it was a good thing. It allowed him a moment to breathe, as hard as it was, and absorb the statement. The liquor that Neio provided to Izumi was familiar to Wraith, and Izumi, being a light drinker, would likely have little to no recollection of the entire affair. Wraith was well aware of this and still, he thought carefully about his response. One that had to resonate well with him and one that he would not regret in the future. Through Wraith’s mental gymnastics, Izumi repeated himself, throwing him further into the abyss.

“I..love you, Wraith.”

The benign suggestion of Izumi possibly meaning someone else was completely tossed away; and now, he repeated the confession to himself, running through every response and all possible scenarios, gauging his own emotions, resulting in one conclusion. Something he couldn’t understand and would only continue to run in circles unless he asked.

“Why..?”

It didn’t ever occur to Wraith that someone could find who he is now a romantically likable person. Yes, at a time Lavina once loved him, but she loved his innocence. At the time, Wraith didn’t know about the world, and Lavina loved not just to learn but to teach as well. With time he grew into a different person altogether and they fell apart. For the duration of his extensive lifespan, the only one to feel such a way towards him was her. Despite being by all means a sight for sore eyes, the majority of individuals that knew of him were accosted by him, now including Lavina who abhors his mannerisms. He didn’t think about changing himself, he already did so once. Even after a thousand years he wasn’t comfortable in his human skin and he truthfully felt more lax in his original form, but in terms of character, he preferred who he was now, and although he cared little for others opinions of himself, he wasn’t deaf to the constant condemnations. Through their eyes he believed that anyone would be incapable of accepting him, and yet...the phrase and its sentiment felt real.

With a now glossy gaze, Izumi’s voice quivered on the edge of sobs. “I...hick-...can’t just…love you..?” A slight sorrowful sniff matched the question. Wraith’s concerns required too much thought for the wasted pup, who started to rub the shine out of his eyes. This became apparent to Wraith only after the fact, and he stumbled to prevent his cries before they were released.

“Ah-” crap, “Nono you can, you can.”

Looking a little relieved, he unveiled his face. “..really..?”

“Yes, really.”

“ahhhh...I’m glad….”

The arms which encircled Wraith constricted him further, lowering him into another kiss, though one Wraith didn’t expect.

  Guilt overwhelmed him, having accidentally forced a confession out of Izumi, and he wanted to make up for his lack of care. Again he carried his princess with ease with their lips still intertwined, locating themselves further onto the bed where his robe lay and setting Izumi’s back across the pillows. Parting from him, Wraith removed the sleeves to his mantle which rearranged and transmuted into two long, thin pieces of fabric.

Noticing Izumi’s curiously frightened leer, Wraith reassured him. “It’s alright, if you don’t like it at any point, just tell me to stop, ok? I’m not going anywhere.”

Izumi affirmed his faith in Wraith with a nod, albeit a hesitant one. The intricate lacing which Wraith proceeded to perform went over his understanding, but he held his trust firm. With one string of cloth, Wraith tied an elaborate pattern which spun around and fixed Izumi’s limbs, securing them into place, leaving his arms bound behind him and his legs sprawled open. Surprisingly, he was quiet and conforming, only protesting when Wraith used the remaining piece to blindfold him.

“W-wa-it-! H-how am I s-sup-posed to s-see?”

“You don’t.”

“Wh-mnhf-~...”

With only darkness before him, Izumi couldn’t prepare himself for the sudden kiss, and despite his slight fears, he felt a tinge of arousal from the unknown which only continued to grow as Wraith’s motions remained hidden until performed. When Wraith removed himself, Izumi grew weary and tense, straining to hear any hint of his presence and flinching the moment a moist warmth grazed his neck. He was able to discern at the least that it was Wraith’s lips which trailed down and covered the length of his torso, leaving several hickeys in their wake. They raided his thighs, down to his knees, then calves, then ankles before parting again, rekindling his anticipation and fanning his thrill. Several hard, sharp objects took their place and pricked his skin, though not enough to cause bleeding. Teeth. The bites treaded a similar path to Wraith’s kisses, albeit not as numerous in number, until they too were absent. A shuffle and rustle of the sheets indicated Wraith’s movement to what sounded like his right, especially from the lingering presence he felt along with the dip in the covers. Then, he ceased movement altogether. All Izumi heard was Wraith’s light breathing, which he had to strain his ears to make out. As such, he knew Wraith was still with him, but he couldn’t tell what he was doing, if anything at all. The gap in time felt excruciatingly long, to the point that Izumi’s worry began to spark again.

“...Wrai-ah-!”

Something divided his lower walls and pushed deep inside. It felt abnormal, as it lacked the same heat and weight that Wraith had, and it was smooth, almost conical in shape. Wraith was still next to him, at least he believed he was from what he could discern, and it was too large to be his fingers and too varying in size and different in texture to be Wraith’s shaft, which he knew the feeling of quite well at this point. Liquor clouded his mind too much to properly match sensation to a known entity, not that the lack of would help him any further. It was too foreign to him. There was a possibility of it being a sex toy, one he wasn’t familiar with, but the suggestion was destroyed the instant he felt the another smooth texture encircle his confused erection, stroking him and teasingly toying with his tip. With nothing to hold onto, he merely clasped his hands into a fist, digging his nails into his palms, his breaths turning into pants.

“Mn-nmm....hhhaa~~...”

  A soft voice against his ear and a hand which pulled him close confirmed the presence of his partner. Though, the hand felt strange to him. It didn’t have the same sensation that his grasp usually does, mainly the ends of his fingers, which felt jagged. “You’re burning up, Izumi.”

The strange animated object writhed about within his already loose hole and violated him, while the other squeezed his shaft, seemingly at Wraith’s command.

“Fhha~-...f-fheels-...nhh~...good…”

“What do you think it is?”

“Hhhi….don’-t-...mnhh~ow…”

“Do you want help?”

“M-mnhmm…”

“Here, open your mouth.”

Not putting two and two together, Izumi blindly listened and a third object entered his mouth, identical to the other two in size and texture.

“Mnhf..-!”

Tasting the object didn’t help in the slightest, as it lacked a taste as well. Even with all his senses, minus sight, he couldn’t make out what it was, giving him a greater appreciation for his vision. It slid back and forth in his mouth, saturated itself in his saliva, allowing him to fully absorb its shape, size, and surface. Still, Izumi couldn’t label the animated object.

“Mmmnh~-nhm…~”

Although the pleasure it provided didn’t amount to Wraith himself, it was still better than anything a toy could provide.

At once, they all released their hold on him and retracted, leaving Izumi gasping for air. “Mn-fhha...hahh..”

The bedsheets rustled again, the presence beside him relocating to the gap between his legs as a familiar sensation pressed against his rear. Bewilderment was still washed over him, however, as everything about it was familiar to him, though the length and girth felt larger than normal. Before he voiced his confusion, a grip on his hips swiftly pushed him into the rod.

“Hhaa--!”

“Shit-...why did you twitch like that..?”

“Tha-at’s...you…?..!”

“Yea..?”

“Y-you….feel we-ird…”

“Weird in what way?” The curiosity here was feigned, as Wraith obviously knew the cause, but wanted to hear Izumi’s conjectures.

“..b-..big-...?”

This extended beyond his private, as Wraith’s palms and legs seemed to cover more area.

“Why do you think so?”

“I-I-...don’t...know…”

Using a similar method to before, Wraith lets Izumi use as many senses as he had available, taking the place of the previous entity fully: at his rear, length, and mouth, slithering his tongue inside to help. It was difficult for Izumi to properly study Wraith’s change in size, since Wraith gave no room for him to think, consecutively thrusting into him while fondling his rise and playing with his chest.

“Mnhf~hh~~! Nnh-mhh~...!”

The previous assertion still stood, his hands didn’t have the same texture as human skin, but it wasn’t coarse either, and the tips were still pointed. In terms of his mouth, Wraith’s fangs were sharper and threatened to puncture Izumi at every twist of their sodden dance. With him leaning forward, a soft tickle grazed his torso, which could only be associated with hair. But...Wraith’s hair was short, only reaching to the nape of his neck. So it couldn’t be hair...could it? Before he could come to a conclusion, Wraith focused his efforts onto his hips that clapped repeatedly against Izumi, nearly removing himself completely save for his strangely larger rod.

“..hfha-hahh~! Ahh~!!”

His limit rapidly creeping, Izumi no longer cared about what was hidden by the blindfold, succumbing to Wraith fully. And seeing this, Wraith no longer asked, though a little voice within him craved to relieve a burden, knowing that this memory would be lost to his intoxication.

Leaning in, Wraith cradled Izumi’s face in his palm. “...hhah...Izumi..I...like you…”