Mr. Crawling (love)

The night enveloped the house in soft darkness, and inside there was a cozy semi-darkness. You were sitting on the couch, lazily sorting through the strands of your hair, when you felt Crowling quietly crawl closer. He settled down next to you, wrapping his arms around you, as if he was afraid to let go even for a second.

“I want to be close… always,” his voice was quiet, almost sleepy, but there was a plea in it.

You ran your hand through his long hair, and he closed his eyes contentedly, pressing himself even tighter. His warmth enveloped you, making you forget about everything except this moment. He was so gentle, so devoted, that he seemed almost weightless in his caresses.

“You’re mine,” you suddenly said, and the youkai froze, his eyes wide open.

Something inexplicable flared up in them - a mixture of delight, embarrassment and irresistible desire. He impulsively pressed himself against you, showering your shoulder with kisses, whispering quiet, trembling words:

• Repeat... Say it again...

That night he didn't want to let you go for a moment.