Thread by @Iracebeth3

7. ... To shut them up, MiriTama

Villain AU
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"I'm the worst-" Tamaki mumbles, his voice heavy with regret, "you should hate me- I'm the worst, most disgusting, treacherous wrench that's ever-"

Mirio kisses him. He can't bear hearing him talk about himself like that.

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Sure, he tricked him: he took advantage of Mirio's amnesia to get him away from the heroes. He let Mirio think they were /dating/. And Mirio played right into his hand.

But he also took care of him. And he is so sweet and so kind. And so lonely. He needed someone. And, even knowing what he knows now, Mirio doesn't want to stop being that someone.

It's maddening.

Mirio pushes his tongue in that mouth, rejoicing in the way Tamaki whimpers. He goes from cowering away to clenching the fabric of Mirio's shirt desperately, as if he was afraid he'd disappear. His teeth bite Mirio's bottom lip, making him moan.

Mirio surrounds him with his arms, squeezing him so hard he knows he must be hurting him, but he doesn't care. He needs him closer, so close there's no space between them.

His waist feels so thin in his arms: all of him feels thin and fragile. He used to think of this villain+

as invincible, but Tamaki couldn't be further from that right now: if Mirio said the wrong words, he'd break him. Maybe forever.

And goddammit he doesn't /want to/.

Finally, he pulls back. Tamaki's arms are entangled around his neck, and Mirio is holding his waist. He+

realizes, somewhat distantly, that Tamaki's feet are not touching the floor. He's holding him up: he feels solid in his arms; all mouth-watering muscles under the layers of fabric. The thought of those muscles and their strength goes straight to Mirio's dick.

It's mortifying.

Tamaki's breath is ragged. He's still clenching whatever fabric he can reach, his eyes glassy, mouth open, panting. He looks so fucking pretty Mirio wants to kiss him again. Kiss him and forget any conversation they were supposed to have.

Damn.

"I'm mad at you," he starts, his lips tracing his cheeks, and then the crook of Tamaki's neck, "I'm fucking furious- you lied to me."

"I'm sor- ah- sorry-" Mirio's teeth dig into that pale neck and Tamaki /meowls/. So cute. So pretty-

"I don't hate you," Mirio continues, biting again, and again, "I think- I think I'm in love with you. But I don't trust you-"

"O-ok- ah- okay," Tamaki mewls as Mirio sucks another mark on his neck, his legs on the sides of Mirio's body. He tugs Mirio's hair, making+

him moan again. He is painfully hard now, and he wonders if he could come from this: just from listening to Tamaki's moans and mewls and feel him with him. He probably could.

/Dammit/.

Mirio stops, feeling his own heart hammer like mad in his chest, the rhythm surprisingly similar to the bit on Tamaki's neck. He wants to consume him whole; kiss him until there's nothing left of him.

"This is a bad idea," Mirio mumbles, feeling his arms falter; Tamaki's arms get tense around his neck, "even if we wanted-"

Tamaki closes the distance between them. His lips are firm this time; fully determined. He kisses Mirio as if he wanted to devour him; to+

eat him whole.

The villain pulls back, ever so slightly.

"Shut up," the villain whispers, so close still Mirio can feel his breath on his lips, "later- we'll- we'll talk about it- later."

Mirio knows it's a bad idea. He knows doing this with him will only cloud his judgement even more.

But he closes the distance and kisses him back anyways, his hands searching for the skin under the villain's clothes.

/Later/.

He'll worry about the consequences later.

(~end)

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