You sighed and shifted, kicking off the sheets sticking too-warmly to your legs. Crickets whistled outside, their cadence a lonely accompaniment to your case of restlessness.
You found your listless gaze falling on the back of your peacefully dozing boyfriend, watching the gentle rise and fall of his side with sharp envy. The hot summer night gave you no purchase in the dream world, and you were endlessly aggravated by his tranquil breaths and the deafening silence in between.
You scooted closer to his bared back, pinching your brows together and chewing your lips until they released, an idea sweeping away your edge.
Making sure to keep your touch featherlight, you dragged a finger down Uta’s spine, admiring the dip and smoothness of his skin. You traced over a tattoo that obstructed your curious path, pushing down the blanket further over his waist. Your mouth twisted upward when he groaned and fell onto his back, his face bobbing in your direction.
Uta took out some of his piercings when he went to bed; you fingered the small abrasions that marked his porcelain skin, even leaning forward to kiss the perforation where his lip ring belonged.
Uta stirred again, his movements more fluid and strong; he wrapped his arms around your waist and you lifted your eyes to see that his had cracked open to peer curiously at you.
“I’m being molested.”
You scoffed and pulled back to stare at Uta, pouring as much displeasure into your expression and tone as you retorted, “Shut it, dork. I’m allowed to feel you up when I’m bored.” Your boyfriend sighed as you admired his hair, splaying your fingers over his scalp and massaging gentle circles that made his eyes flutter.
He ran his cold fingers down your arms and returned them slowly to your waist, making your eyelids grow heavy as he murmured in a voice husky with sleep, “Can’t sleep?” You sighed again and rested your nose against his, gazing imploringly into his eyes.
“No. Make it go away.”
Uta’s eyes widened, his grip on your hips tightening.
“If you ask me like that, I’ll do something that’ll keep both of us up until morning.”
You blushed heavily as he pecked your lips, something akin to mischief jumping in his dark eyes. You trailed your fingers over the pulse on his throat, then over the tattoo wrapping his neck. Watching his flesh erupt into goosebumps, you grinned through your embarrassment and returned his embrace with a longer, lingering kiss, feeling the sleep weighing him down melt away with the sharp tug that brought you flush against his front, his teeth sinking into your lower lip.
“Just remember, (Name):
you made me.”