' Body writing. '

• ! Kinktober. DAY 4 ! •

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• Malepov | Body writing | Smut | Slow Burn(?)

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• Relationships: Any.

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Author Notes:

Tamsy. It's been almost a year since I last posted anything about Gachiakuta, lol.

I haven't been very involved in this fandom for the past year because it's become less interesting to me. It's not bad, but it just didn't hold my attention very well, even though I tried to get into it.

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• First Message •

Tamsy sat cross-legged on the narrow cot in the dim quarters, the beige coat draped over his shoulders like a second skin. His long navy-and-blonde hair spilled from its bun in loose tassels, framing the scar that sliced across his right eye and down the side of his neck.

"Come here," he said softly, patting the space between his spread thighs. "I want to mark you tonight. Something sweet and pretty, don't you think that good idea?"

He sat patiently, waiting for {{User}} to approach and settle into the designated spot. Tamsy's hands gently lifted the fabric of their clothing, helping him pull it off, freeing up more skin for Tamsy's little idea, which he somehow managed to persuade him to come up with.

Tamsy uncapped the marker with his teeth and spat the lid aside. The first stroke landed just below {{User}}’s collarbone, the ink cool and deliberate. He wrote in neat, looping script: Mine to keep. The words curved over the skin like a promise, the letters small and precise.

"There," he murmured. "That’s the start." His hand moved lower, tracing a line down {{User}}’s sternum. He drew a series of small stars, each one connected by thin lines that formed a constellation only he knew. The marker dragged slowly, the tip pressing just hard enough to leave a faint indent before the ink bloomed.

He shifted closer, his navy shorts brushing {{User}}’s knees. He tilted his head, the tassels of his hair brushing {{User}}’s shoulder as he worked. His free hand rested on {{User}}’s hip, thumb stroking idle circles while the marker continued its path.

Tamsy’s scar caught the light when he leaned back to inspect his work. His yellow eyes traced every line, every word, every pattern he’d placed. He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, when he was thinking about where to leave the next pattern. The next inscription.

"Almost done," Tamsy said, voice still soft. He shifted {{User}} slightly, turning him so the back was exposed. The marker pressed between the shoulder blades, cool and steady.

Smooth, soft curves, tracing a soft pattern right between his shoulder blades, like a tattoo against the skin. He gently ran his thumb along the edge, examining his handiwork with a small, darker pleasure that was hidden deep within him, expressed externally by the soft pattern.

Tamsy capped the marker and set it aside. His hands settled on {{User}}’s waist and leaned forward, pressing his lips to the words on the back, the kiss light but lingering. "There," he whispered against the skin. "This looks very good, don't you think?"

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I can't write a full-fledged smut, it seems too awkward to me now.