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A tree stood proud outside the window, its tangled limbs outstretched towards the sky, the last breath of fall kissing its dulled rusty leaves. A sweep of cool air rattled the branches into the light tap, tap, tapping on the frost cornered window.
Shingles groaned and the hypnotic notes of a distant wind chime made Ahri curl further into the sheets. The rising sun grew and hummed into the small room, golden and sparse as it sprinkled into Ahri’s matching eyes.
The radiator shook and yawned awake as a gust of cold wind blew into the house, sheets rustled by the wind Ahri sighed and finally decided to greet the day. Ears swiveled and blonde fur bristled as Ahri met the cold floor with a hiss before sliding off the covers.
“Huh?” The quiet groan came from a tightly bound bundle of mismatched unruly black hair just peeking over the top. “S’whats goin on?”
Yawn drew back his lips as Akali shuffled to Ahri’s side of the bed, idly brushing her tail between his fingers, getting a pleased hum in return.
“Nothing you need to worry about, baby,” Akali pouted at the pet name before being wiped off his face as feather light touched crept down her collarbone, shedding the blankets away.
Supple tan skin flushed in goosebumps as the sudden morning air hit him, Ahri bit her lip as she traced the edge of pink scars decorated across Akali’s chest, easing small pressure with the tip of her claws.
Inch by inch, his body glowed like the unveiling of a marble statue, boxers hugging muscular thighs as hands kneaded at the exposed skin like the last meal she would ever eat. Ahri let her breath ghost along the cliff edge of Akali’s chin, fingers curled into hips and ribs as she laid her whole weight into him.
The razor thin edge of fangs bit into the soft of Akali’s neck, making a groan tumble from will-losing lips. The roof of his mouth quivered as Ahri tilted his head towards hers, the bruise still fresh off her lips as she pulled him in.
“No morning kiss until you shave.” And with a push Akali was left dazed in fumbling as chiming giggles floated away.
“Wh- I thought you liked the stache?!” Akali sat pouting as Ahri tied a sheer orange robe around her.
“I liked it before people thought you were my teenage son.”
Akali grumbled before the tips of claws gently bit into his chin, dragging his head back into golden garden eyes.
“Do I need to remind you what happens when people disobey me?” The edge of claws bit into his skin, jugular bobbing like a heart on a hearth fire, making him hiss before they pulled away. A cheshire grin pulled wide across Ahri’s face.
Akali gaped, blush covered from his ears to his lips as Ahri giggled from the doorway, fangs catching the golden light as she took his heart away on a silver plate.
“Don’t keep me waiting now trouble.”
A wink and a twirl and he was all alone; without a heart to tell.
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Dark orange egg oozing its guts onto the sun-warmed plate, flaky sea salt dusting the browning edges. Thick slabs of bacon fat drooling in its cast iron suit as fresh hot texas toast sat with a fat slab of golden yellow butter as its crown. Sun dried tomatoes licked at the edge of her skin as she diced them into quarts, making them sweat obscenely as salt ate its acidity, a drizzle of olive oil pooling underneath.
The smell of the gas range kissing the bottom of the well-worn pan never failed to make Ahri smile, cooking was a practice she hadn’t been able to indulge for so long. Always moving, running, too quick to enjoy anything hitting her tongue before rushing off again.
But with him around, she slowed down. Let the feeling of her lungs bloom in her chest, rise and fall, as rich spices hit the back of her throat. Sweet paprika and warmed cumin laced chicken to the gentle zing of vinegar dotted kimchi and the soft pull of tofu in Soondubu.
Akali made her fall in love with food.
So she grasped what she could, to the warm babbling stews on winter-kissed lips to the cool breath of matcha mochi during firework shows. Ahri bit into the soft neck of cooking and nashed her gums into its skin until she realized how good it is to sit at the kitchen table and enjoy it with someone else.
Akali stumbled down the creaking steps, mint still clinging to his face as he settled onto a worn-loved chair, yawn stretched back on his lips. The near silent mantra of the refrigerator giving him its good morning as the clatter of breakfast filled his head.
“Whatcha cookin good lookin?” Akali grinned wickedly as he watched Ahri’s tail give a hard swish under her apron at his words, he could already see the crease of her poorly-hidden dimples from the table.
“I’ll have you know,” Ahri gave her own twin smirk as she turned and placed a sun glazed plate in front of Akali, “that I am a happily taken woman.”
“Oh?” Akali brushed the tips of her fingers as she tried to slip away from the plate, standing up and leaning into the table making his lips tingle like the first sparks off a live wire. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if I stole a kiss or two.”
Fingers laced and nails kissed the back of palms, the hushed ghost of Akali’s laughter brushed behind her tongue as gentle swaying carried their feet.
Ahri could feel his calluses nipping at her hands, it reminded her of the sweltering summer heat beating down her neck as he heaved the window AC onto the crooked wood of a gaping window. Or the gentle voice lulling in her ear as guitar strings danced across his skin. Grease still under his fingernails and the electric hum from changing the broken porch light, his fingers are rusty pocket knives and she wouldn’t have any different.
Warped up against each other like the morning paper clutching to dew kissed concrete, they let the world pass by just for a moment, just trying to live forever in this memory.
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The chipped cup teeth of mugs clink against the counter as the teapot whistles and cries into the air. Flames licking at the faded yellow pot before they groan off with a sigh. The pop of the tin and smell of earl gray makes Akali grin. Tea, as dark and fresh as painted lacquer swirls as steam makes the glowing windows sweat from the heat.
Akali opens the back door with a smile, handing a practiced hand a warm mug before settling beside Ahri on the porch. Sun halfway to full rise, giving a halo hued glow around them.
The creeks of crickets in the grass accompanied by the hum of yawning cars made Akali grin as they sat in silence, letting the moment wash over him.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of this,” brown met gold and fangs clinked on the edge of Ahri’s cup, “watching the world wake up, it’s beautiful.”
Hair the color of wild wheat stuck between the blending furs of foxes cascading over sun-kissed shoulders. freckles and moles peaking between the flushed skin on her cheeks, like moss weeping walls having the sun warm its stone. A dusting of whiskers tickling her chin as Ahri brought the cup back to her lips.
“Yeah,” his mouth was dry, “don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of it either.”
Ahri scrunched the top of her nose as she met Akali’s flushed face, giving his shoulder a gentle tap with her slippers.
“Charmer.”
Akali gave a rumbled laugh, falling flat onto the warmed wood of the patio with a crooked smile, dimples framing his face.
“Only for my pretty girl.”
Ahri snickered as she watched black hair, turning a brownish-purple in the light, pool around the back of his head like a saint's halo, giving a faint view to the overgrown tangles of his undercut.
Sitting aside her empty mug, Ahri strode over until her shadow blocked Akali’s frame, fangs pulled back in mischief. Just as those big Beautiful brown eyes opened, Ahri pounced, straddling Akali’s lap as she licked her lips, like the cat who caught the canary.
Akali stuttered before the tips of claws nipped the back of his head, a lovely red painting his face down to his collarbones. A gasp and loud groan suddenly tumbled down his flushed chest as fingers gripped into his hair, making him jump his hips into Ahri’s legs involuntarily.
“Careful now, trouble,” the black jagged edge of Ahri’s whiskers brushed against his cheek as he panted into a flicking ear, “you're playing with fire here.”
“Y-you played with m-me firST-“ a moan ripped itself from his throat as Ahri roughly tugged his hair, arching his neck towards the sky, mewling as Ahri ground her hips into his.
Ahri clicked her tongue as bleary eyes met her own, making her smirk. She would have to remind him that she was the only sun he needed.
But first…
“We need to do something about this hair, don’t you agree?” Another tightening of her fist made him cry as hands gripped into her hips, dragging blunt nails into tan skin.
Akali trembled, letting Ahri’s name fall from his lips like honey spilling from his chest. The peaking sun gave him an ethereal glow, her mouth watered in delight.
Oh she was starving for him.
But Ahri, in all her longing, wasn’t one to eat so quickly. She preferred her man, tenderized .
“Well? Going to use your words pretty boy?” Another roll of her hips had him gasping for relief, trying to find his voice in his frazzled body after she pulled it from him.
“I-I-“ Another sharp pull made him hiss as he finally cracked in Ahri’s arms. “FUCK- Yes! Yes, please! Anything you want!”
Ahri purred at his submissive words, chewing on his moans, rolling them around on her tongue as desire sat plump and thick like cigarette smoke in her mouth, oh she was addicted.
Tilting his chin towards the sky, Ahri giggled at the breathless gloss over his eyes, letting her claws nip into the soft Juncture his jaw and head.
“Be good for me and wait by the door for me, dear.”
Akali had never nodded so fast in his life, getting another giggle as Ahri’s touch left his skin. Only the imprints of warmth still kissing his chin as the front door groaned and shook open, blonde tail falling from view.
Taking a moment, he took gulps of air, still feeling hands dragging across his chest as he shuffled awkwardly to the door, blessing every deity he knew of that his neighbors were gone.
Letting lingering deodorant fill his head, Akali’s mind ran, full only of Ahri’s charm she had placed on him, giving him a dopey smile. She pulled at his tangled love-torn heart, Akali’s life had been one knot after another, bundled so thick around him that he never saw the sun peek through its roots.
But, with her around… oh god it made him quake.
Her name was water, hitting his tongue after so much drought. She undid the knots one by one, letting the sun pierce into his overgrown hovel. Ahri was everything to him. Is everything to him.
The goosebumps that come after stepping inside from winter's grasp, the soft crusted swell of morning baked sourdough, to the first bite of salty sunflower seeds hitting his tongue. There aren’t enough words to describe this love.
“You ready, doll?” Akali jumped but nodded, blush returning as Ahri settled him onto her lap with a wicked grin, winding the slithering red round her hands until a smooth leather collar jostled at his neck. “Safe word?”
“Red,” Akali breathlessly whispered, making Ahri purr as he rested his head between the crux of her neck and shoulder, teeth already ghosting across her skin.
Claws scraped down through Akali’s happy trail, getting a shudder in return before hooking her thumb on the waistband of his boxers, the near silent whine he released fueling the rapid growing tent in her robe.
Slick kissed thighs shook as she gently traced rooted stretch marks, the swollen sticky red of his t-dick standing proud from wet tangles of black hair. Ahri cooed at his cry, hips bucking into her hand as she slowly curled her finger around his outer lips, dribbles of cum staining her skin.
Ahri held him like a bouquet of dogwood flowers hung over her shoulders, Akali shook and cried akin to a rug being beaten against the side of a house, dust flying away in the morning glory. Nerves lit aflame with the same first spark of a match lighting campfires, heat above them like a tent in the garden, Akali pants and huffs the warm fog of morning dew across Ahri's chest as the high slows to a crawl across him.
Hand curling into his ribs, lips bruised, aching, Adam apples bobbing like a fish caught between the snares of the net, Ahri kisses him, again then again and again and again.
Pulling away with only a string of saliva spider-web connecting them together, Akali feels like his tongue is being plucked like a fig from a tree, sticky and ripe against the cool air greeting him.
But still she is hungry.
The deep seated rumble in her chest blossoms into purrs as she nips at the edge of his jaw, getting whimpers before brushing sweat tipped hair behind his ears.
“Can you give me one more sweet boy?” Akali nods, gulping air as fast as he can before slowly pulling off his now cum soaked boxers, getting a purr and quick fistfull of his ass from Ahri.
With a hushed blush he settles back in her lap, nudging the pre-stained tent with thighs, before sharp claws puncture his skin. A groan falls loose as sweet sickly blood makes her pupils eclipse golden rings of black, the thin thread holding Ahri back finally snapping as fangs ream into the soft of his neck.
Ahri all but rips at the cashmere lace prison, all nine tails unfurling in their glory as she pushes her entire weight into Akali’s chest, leaving no skin unmarred.
Teeth skimming the rim of faded pink scars, as the angry red tip of her dick throbs against slick hair. Will-loose lips letting moans tumble through the air, as she peered down at her meal.
Like a perfect marbled wagyu steak, Ahri drools at the twitching taut muscle just underneath the tips of her claws. Head filled with the spiced aged blood, drawing fresh between her fingers like a spout of the finest wine, the dazed glaze of Akali’s eyes; oh she’s going to feast today.
The harsh tug at the sliver ring of his collar makes another tight gripped moan drop free as whiskers tickle at the corners of his cheeks.
“I’m gonna put it in now, be a good boy for me.”
The red swollen head of her cock twitches with her words, Akali letting out a knee knocking moan as the warm pearlescent dripping head rubs at his folds. Kneading Ahri’s back, Akali cries as the stretch of her cock spears inside, a delicious heat searing his insides as she slowly bottoms out.
Smeared pre-cum covered tip kisses his cervix making another voice cracking moan fly past her ears. Ankles hook the back of her thighs, trying to push her in further even as Akali quakes underneath her.
“Deep breaths love,” gentle kisses dot his jaw as he mewled with the thick cock slowly bucking in and out of him, wet squelches echoing in his head as the sticky sheen of Ahri’s dick punctures back in.
Moans flood behind his sternum, gushing between each rib as the fluff of Ahri’s happy trail brushes against his sensitive cock. The ruthless rapid pumping of her cock sends ripples of goosebumps across his skin, moans overlapping as the pace quickens.
Sweat follows the curve of her spine as Akali reams blunt nails across her skin, pawing for an anchor within the sea of bliss. Drool puddles on the corner of his lips as Ahri sends another teeth skimming kiss along the outer halo of his collarbones, lapping at the excess sweat before sinking her fangs into the soft of his neck.
Akali cums with a scream, causing the nearby birds to fly away as he shakes and clings to the still pounding dick inside him.
Ahri moans at the delicious fluttering of his walls, cum sticking to twin thighs as iron fills her gums. She bucks her hips once then twice, letting Akali’s fucked over look marinate in her mind before shooting thick spurts of cum inside, until it pooled between their legs, dripping onto the porch.
Ahri murmured praises as she unlatched from his neck, words jumbled up as she slowly licked away at the blood and sweat.
Deep bass groans plucked off Akali’s tongue as he panted into a twitching fox ear, the cawing of crows reminding him of their very exposed position.
“Ahri,” his voice cracked as he tried to pull her attention away from his neck, “Ahri, babe, we need to go inside before someone sees us.”
Ahri gave a non-committal hum as more of that sweet sweet iron hit her gums, giving another teasing nip at his jaw before answering.
“I’m sure they wouldn’t mind a rent decrease,” a cackle left her lips as Akali groaned at the joke.
“We’ll get arrested for indecent exposure at this rate.”
“We’re on private property.”
“On our front porch! In view of everyone!”
Fangs glinted as Ahri finally pulled away, laughter still shining on her lips. “Well, they should just look away then.”
Akali rolled his eyes, grabbing a bundle of their forgotten clothes and tossing them at her face, getting a squeak in response. Akali just giggled at the frustrated fox, ruffled blonde hair gone astray as he held the corner of her hips.
“Now please help me up because my insides feel like Ikea furniture built without instructions.”