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For a moment, Ver thought he was dreaming.
Long white hair was splayed all over his bed, soft like silk as it cascades like a river against his sheets. The pale soft skin of its owner was almost glowing from the light shining through Ver’s bedroom window. Delicate lips slightly puckered, eyes closed serenely, painting an image of vulnerability and anticipation that drives the redhead over the wall.
To have his little grim reaper underneath him was truly a sight to behold.
“Ver..? … Are you going to kiss me or what?”
That sweet velvety voice pulls Ver’s focus back to the present. Those maroon eyes were now staring up at him, brows pulled in slightly in confusion. His lips were downturned in a pout, having been held off from the kiss he was expecting. It has Ver’s lips pull into a smirk, the urge to tease sparking once more.
“Sorry,” he apologizes with a breathy chuckle, “can’t help but stare when I have the most gorgeous grim reaper in my bed.”
“Flattery won’t get you anywhere,” Casper huffs with indignation. Ver highly doubts the empty threat, given the way his lover’s blush only deepens from the compliment.
“Eh sure it won’t, but I know this will,” he hums, having the last word in before leaning down to connect their lips once more.
Casper’s lips were nothing but sweet and enticing, as with everything about his lovely reaper. They were soft and pliant, allowing Ver to kiss him deeper with minimal resistance. He feels his lover kiss back, eager despite how his movements were nervous from inexperience. Ver couldn’t help but chuckle through the kiss, finding it adorable knowing this was the reaper’s first time ever kissing. It will actually be a first of many things for Casper, and Ver did not mind taking the lead, not one bit.
Ver takes Casper’s bottom lip between his own to tug at it playfully, making the other open his mouth. Taking the chance, he slips his tongue in, and takes his time to lick and map the inside of Casper’s mouth. He tests the water, and sucks on the reaper’s tongue as they make out, making Casper tremble and release a shaky moan; a sound so absolutely lewd it ripped a low groan deep within Ver.
The soul prophet pulls away before he fully loses his composure, pressing their foreheads as they both try to catch their breaths. Crap, to think he can get such a reaction just from using a little tongue. His little reaper really was as sensitive as he said, a thought that has Ver shuddering. “Casper…” he growls, and it makes the reaper quiver underneath him. Breathe Ver, breathe, take your time. Don’t scare him off.
“You know… I’ve been meaning to try something…” he starts as he gains some semblance of his losing composure.
“Try..?” Casper breathes out weakly.
Ver swallows hard. It was a passing thought, one that had been plaguing him ever since that night they met in person for the first time. When he inadvertently touched Casper’s hand as he received the beautiful bouquet of flowers, the one he had displayed on his bedside desk (his heart swelled in fondness when Casper noticed them).
No better way to explain than by demonstration. He hovers over the crook of Casper’s neck and shoulders, the close proximity making Casper stiffen. Ver picks up a familiar scent as he leans down, something sweet emanating from his neck. Vanilla… Bergamot… What would be the odds that he and his lover wear the same type of perfume? His lips turn up in a pleased smile, guess he’ll have to bring this up later.
His lips were barely touching pristine skin that wasn’t covered by his black turtleneck, however his breaths were already creating goosebumps on the other man.
“It’s interesting…” Ver mumbles, his curiosity taking over. Once he presses his warm lips against cold flesh, Casper jolts like he had been shocked, mouth flying open to whimper out his lover’s name.
Ver takes a sharp inhale, then groans low, sending more pleasurable sensations to his lover’s sensitive neck. He starts with peppering kisses, soft and featherlight, taking in the low temperature of the reaper’s skin.
“Your skin is so cold Casper, unbelievably cold, and yet…”
He pulls down the collar of his turtleneck to reach lower. His kisses turned hotter, wetter, until Ver was practically mouthing every sensitive patch of creamy white he could find. Casper’s breaths continue to stutter and hitch as his body reacts to the erotic treatment, every contact sending lovely sparks up his spine and has him reach up to fist the fabric of Ver’s sleeves.
Ver tones down this ministrations by slowly planting wet kisses as he speaks, placing one after another between gentle purposeful words. He finds what he is aiming for, and focuses his kisses there. Cold flesh greets his lips with every semblance of life he kisses.
“Casper… I can feel the pulse on your neck…” a kiss against the pulse of his lover’s carotid, “every breath that you take…” one on his Adam’s apple, “and also… the beating of your heart…” then finally one on the center of his chest, his voice adding emphasis.
He keeps his lips pressed on Casper’s chest and feels the rhythmic beating of his heart. A firm reminder that this man was real; that all of this was real. The grim reaper who threw away his life in the name of loving a silly human such as Ver.
“It’s like you’re alive but not at the same time… a dream walking within this reality,” he explains wistfully. “A complete contradiction.”
It was like this too when they kissed, the grim reaper was ice cold against his touch despite the deep scarlet of his complexion from what was supposed to be warm blood traveling under his skin. It was so fascinating. His lover was a being made of so many mysteries. Boundless stories he’s yet to unravel. But with all of the grim reaper’s otherworldliness, there exists in its core a living, beating heart.
“Yet it’s like we’re not so different after all…” Ver whispers mostly to himself, but in the still quiet of their moment, Casper hears every word.
He finally looked up, and was met with a breathtaking picture. Red eyes that were glazed over were looking back at him, a smile he only recognises as pure love adorning his delicate lips, that delicious blush spreading down to his neck, his skin beginning to show blemishes from Ver’s relentless kisses. He felt breathless, he’d give up his soul a thousand times over to see this sight everyday.
“Sunshine…” Casper calls to him, voice laced with gentle adoration as they continue to share their gaze. Soon enough, the reaper turns bashful as Ver continues to be blissfully unaware of the reverence that painted his face as he looked at the albino.
Casper takes Ver’s hand and guides it over his chest, letting him feel the quickening pace of his heart. At the same time, he presses the flat of his palm against the soul prophet’s own chest. With the pressure over it, Ver realizes how his own heart has been pulsing just as fast.
“Can you feel that?” Ver asks with a sweet smile.
“A heart that pulses just as strong as his soul,” Casper tells him, the smile never leaving his face.
Ver plants another kiss above Casper’s heart, then lets their bodies press impossibly close. He caresses the space on Casper’s chest, and he feels the man tremble underneath him.
“Even now I can see it, burning more radiant than ever,” the reaper continues, a little flush beginning to form as he describes the soul he has been desiring for so long.
“Oh yeah? Probably because of you,” Ver winks.
“An idiotic thought,” Casper rolls his eyes in amusement, his cheeks now a beautiful rosy pink. He absolutely loved how the reaper can bite back in the middle of their tender moment. Ever so feisty, no matter the circumstances.
Ver wonders if being this close to his unstable soul would be overwhelming for the reaper. When Casper revealed that his life-infused soul has such a strong susceptibility effect on spirited beings like him, Ver quickly considered it a problem to their relationship. It seemed to not be affecting the reaper’s spiritual balance for now, however there’s always room for improvement on Ver’s end. Maybe he’ll ask Casper to help him control his soul better.
“To tell you the truth, at first glance I presumed it to be a weak little spark, being such a fragmented unstable thing.”
“However up this close, that couldn’t be anywhere from the truth,” Casper admits, eyes looking back at Ver. There was an intensity to the stare that sent a pleasant shudder down Ver’s spine. He feels the gloved hand on his chest tighten. “It’s presence is incredibly strong, almost blazing, nothing like I’ve ever experienced before. As if your soul itself was made of brilliant crimson flames.”
Something inside Ver rattles. Those piercing words resonating inside of him, breaking through his impregnable shield and leaving him exposed to the other man. Ver knew what those words meant, Casper can see his tattered soul as clear as day; Casper can see the soul prophet. The curse he fought for most of his life and painstakingly subdued, a side of him he had locked and buried in his subconscious, its lingering essence forever a phantom in the back of his mind as he finally regains a semblance of a normal human life. The remnants of a malediction he has no choice but to live with.
To think his broken soul would be described as brilliant.
Ver was rendered vulnerable, yet at the same time he felt elated, thankful to finally feel seen. An overwhelming validation he never sought for was now being showered unto him. Praise after praise, it leaves a lovely imprint in his soul, a comforting embrace that rids him of his remaining defenses. It gives him peace, hope. Maybe, just maybe, in the eyes of a man who has seen the world beyond its mortal confines, the soul prophet’s story can finally be understood.
“How does it feel Casper? Tell me.” Ver connects their foreheads together, his stuttered breaths a testament to the overwhelming emotions running through him.
“Incredibly warm, I felt its embers scorch me when our fingers touched the first night we met, right now too it’s like I’m being enveloped in an addicting heat,” his voice was trails to barely a whisper, words sounding like a tiny confession. Ver can feel his pulse rise, and he knew Casper was able to feel it too. The man bites his lip, and the next thing he says feels like a private thought, one that Ver himself wasn’t supposed to hear.
“It makes me desire for more. Not a day goes by that I do not wish for you to burn me, Ver.”
As if a switch was flipped, Ver kisses him with intensity and passion. Casper’s free hand grabs onto the soul prophet’s shoulder, bracing himself as Ver takes him once more. The soul prophet nips at his bottom lip, and Casper doesn’t think twice to let him in. Ver greedily takes what was offered to him, he licks and bites the soft cavern of his lover’s mouth. Helpless moans escape the reaper’s mouth and Ver swallows each one, growling in satisfaction.
If Casper wishes to be burned, who was Ver to deny him of his soul flames?
Ver’s hands began to roam and explore his reaper’s body, feeling up his chest and firm arms, squeezing his soft skin and leaving warm imprints in its wake. When he reaches the soft hair adorning his lover’s head, he tugs at it firmly, pulling Casper’s head away and making him cry out from the sudden pain and pleasure.
“Fuck,” Ver growls, breathy and low, the sound of his lover’s pained cry turning him on. He attacks the soft flesh of Casper’s neck and leaves an onslaught of kisses, nips, and sweet bites. Ver’s fingers find the clasps of Casper’s top, and undoes the first few buttons. Warm hands touch and caress the exposed skin of his neck. The albino whimpers as superheated skin touch his sensitive areas, but his body could only give in as it cranes his neck to the side to offer himself more.
“Hahn.. nnh Ver… a-ahh please,” Casper manages to say in between his moans. However his broken pleas land on deaf ears when Ver sinks his teeth into the skin of his neck.
Casper lets out a sharp cry as his body stills, the searing pain of his lover’s bite rippling through him. He can feel the shape of Ver’s teeth as it pierces his skin, marking him in the most primal manner. He felt claimed, and that thought unlocked something in the back of his mind. A dangerous concept that he is too afraid to touch yet. He clings onto the fabric of Ver’s shirt like a lifeline, his heavy breathing filling the silence as the pain of the bite slowly ebbs away.
Ver soon releases his hold and dutifully laps at the wound he had created, whispering thank yous and soft praises against his lover’s skin. When he pulls away, he takes a good look at the love bite. It was a lasting mark he made on his reaper’s snow white skin. He runs his tongue across his canines, relishing at the thought of being able to stake his claim.
“Fuck Casper… my moonlight, you’re gonna drive me insane…”
He lets the nickname slip out as he peppers his reaper’s face with soft kisses. Gods did he want to do more. How he wanted to ravage the man who touched his heart, have him be utterly consumed with pleasure and render a mess from the fire of Ver’s love. But more than anything, Ver wanted to cherish Casper and do this right with him. Savour every moment and build up their relationship until they were ready. He was a romantic at heart despite himself, and he wanted to make sure his lover felt that same affection tenfold.
He takes delight in the blush that creeps on Casper’s cheeks, spreading to the tips of his ears down to his neck and the sliver of visible chest where it gets hidden by his top. Casper calls his name once more, and the way that voice had already been reduced to a tired rasp did things to Ver he’d rather not entertain right now. The man had to take his hundredth deep breathe to fight down his rampant thoughts.
“Ver… why moonlight?” Casper repeats.
“Do you like it?” Ver asks, the edges of his lips curling up to something soft, “I think it suits you. I figured… if I’m like sun then you’re the moon. Pale and beautiful, captivating and mysterious.”
He places a hand on Casper’s face, cupping his cheek. It makes his heart squeeze tenderly when his moonlight leans into his touch. “It’s also because… you’re a reaper, you shine the brightest in the dark… you’re a comforting presence who guides us in our journey to the unknown.“
Ver’s gaze didn’t break away as he spoke, those smoky pink orbs now in the form of soft crescents, holding in them clear adoration. They glistened under the light, and it has Casper realize just how radiant a smouldering flame could really be.
“My gorgeous moonlight.”
“My sunshine.”
Without missing a beat, Casper dives forward for another kiss. It caught Ver by surprise, and the reaper swallows the cute gasp that escapes from his mouth, gloved hands gripping eagerly at his collar.
“Mmhn…” Ver sighs as he kisses back, smiling in satisfaction. When Casper shifts their positions to climb on top of him, Ver allows himself to get lost in their kiss, letting his lover guide their next step.
Never in Ver’s wildest imagination could have prepared him for this reality. To meet his literal grim reaper in the flesh and place a bet with his soul. To befriend this adorably dumb man who taught him he was a being that goes beyond mortal capabilities. And finally, to end up finding more about and helplessly falling in love with his one and only Casper.
Having his moonlight in his arms right now, lying in bed with him in his dingy apartment building, with promises that have yet to be spoken but ingrained into their hearts, Ver thinks he’s more than confident in taking on the journey his new life has to offer.