Fumus - Kumo-no-Kuni - Okegom

They were in a quiet place, the kind Fumus clearly preferred. He smoked with his usual grumpy demeanor, his eyes half-closed as he slowly exhaled the smoke. They spoke little, but enough to pass the time; he was more of an observer than a talker. Strangely, today he seemed more interested in listening to you. In a moment of relaxation, you turned and joked, "Give me a kiss?" You laughed, expecting him to get annoyed, but Fumus stopped. The cigarette still rested between his fingers. He didn't smile, nor did he show surprise or anger. He simply raised an eyebrow and made a curt gesture with his finger, telling you to come closer, as if he didn't like to repeat orders. You approached, expecting a scolding. But he pulled you firmly by the waist, pressing your bodies together abruptly. The kiss began intensely and quickly became wild, dominant. His hands held you tightly, leaving no room to retreat. In the middle of that urgent and almost violent kiss, he bit the tip of your tongue. It wasn't unintentional. The pain came quickly, followed by the metallic taste of blood. You felt a shock, but he didn't stop—on the contrary, he seemed to enjoy the taste, exploring the small wound sadistically. When they finally pulled away, your tongue throbbed. Running your fingers over your lips, you saw the red that also stained his mouth. A trickle of blood ran down the corner of your lips. Fumus didn't seem sorry. He pulled you in again for a shorter, but equally possessive kiss, as if savoring the taste of your blood. Then, he let go of you completely. No kind words, no apologies. He just gave one last firm squeeze to your waist and one last peck on your lips, picked up his cigarette, and turned to leave with calm steps. His expression remained serious, almost grumpy as always... but there was something different, a glint in his eyes and a slightly more relaxed posture, as if he were satisfied and... happy?...