Asexual community: can you review this? On the topic of asexuals being able to write smut, is that accurate for me or no?
TW YEARNING TENSION KISSES BUT NO SEX (I don’t want to write sex lol) banter, biting, original characters
Dahlia shoved Aurelio against the wall, hard enough that his head bounced on the bricks. He winced, but didn’t look truly harmed. She gritted her teeth at him. “You lied to me. You deceived me. You tricked me.”
“Aren’t those all the same thing? If you want more synonyms, I’ll gladly give them to you.” He grinned at her, and her blood boiled.
“Shut your damn mouth before I break your teeth.” Dahlia growled, keeping her palm to his chest and forcing him to stay there. She knew they matched each other in abilities. Some might even say she was stronger. That was a discussion for another time, though. “I’m so tired of your games.” She glared at him, the pulse in her wrist pounding.
“Don’t pretend that you don’t like my games, darling.” His eyes began to glow a golden hue, and she couldn’t look away from them. They called to her very being, their depths drowning and all encompassing. She blinked away the momentary distraction, going right back to anger.
She drew her other hand up to his hair, wrapping her fingers in his soft blue strands. For just a second, his gaze softened on her, before quickly changing to his lazy, carefree expression.
She tightened her grip on his hair, forcing his head down to look at her. He bit down on his lip piercing, teeth grasping it in a tantalizing gesture. He knew what he was doing, and she couldn’t look away from him. She looked at his lips, and had the sudden urge to grasp his piercing in her mouth and pull hard enough to draw blood. His tongue flicked out to swirl around the metal stud, and she shifted on her feet, suddenly feeling off balance.
Her grip on his hair tightened, and he let out a quick breath at the painful feeling. She also saw how that affected him. His pupils dilated whenever she did that. She grinned, blinking up at him in victory.
He scoffed, and that only made her hold his hair harder. He quietly groaned at that, closing his eyes and trying to rest his head against the wall.
“Am I bothering you, Elio?” Dahlia asked him, all the while a taunting smile played on her lips.
“You have no idea how much.” His eyelids flitted open to reveal eyes that were almost completely covered by his black pupils. He played with that damned piercing again.
“I never took you for a guy that liked pain.” She tilted her head, studying his intriguing reaction. That was a lie. She had imagined doing this or very similar, if not far worse, things to him.
“Now we know you’re not telling the truth. You forget: I invented warping the truth.” He smirked at her, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer.
She glared. “You forget: I’m the one in control right now.”
Aurelio smiled even wider. “I couldn’t forget such an important detail.” His fingers dug into her hips for a second, and then he let go, his hands dropping to his sides.
His annoying smirk made her want to claw it off.
Angrily, she realized her nails were torn off so short that they couldn’t do the job. As if he knew what she was thinking, he glanced down at her nails, a knowing stare on his face.
Dahlia grabbed his face with the hand that had been holding his hair. “Are you going to apologize?”
“You know my answer.” His eyes were heavy as he looked at her, landing on her lips.
A fire lit in her, and she forced herself to focus. “You completely tricked me. And you won’t apologize?”
“Not in the way you need, but in the way you want.” Tension filled the air as they looked at one another. His skin felt warm from her touch.
“And what, pray tell, is the way I want?” Anticipation for his response dragged across her skin, as she challenged him.
“Can I?” Aurelio asked in a somewhat even tone, his black eyes with a hint of gold now were verging on desperate.
“Can you what?” Dahlia knew she was driving him crazy, and yet…
He huffed, leaning back against the wall, running a hand through his hair. “Can I apologize?” His voice was laced with need, and her hand dropped from his face. He looked torn at the loss of contact, and she smirked.
“Only if you listen.” She stepped back from him, crossing her arms.
He nodded. She shrugged. “Fine.”
Elio took a step closer to her, his hot breath on her neck. She smelled his cologne. Its scent reminded her of dark chocolate and a hint of rain soaked meadows.
She took in a breath as his lips kissed her throat. She grabbed onto his hair as rough, if not rougher, than she had before. He trailed kisses down her throat and to her collarbone. She pulled on his hair, and he groaned again.
“If that’s your apology, then I don’t accept it.” She said in a hushed breath, trying to control herself.
“I can hear your heart beating like a jackhammer, darling. Don’t lie to me.” He got on his knees, and she stared at the sight of him before her, completely at her mercy. She put both hands in his hair as his lips worked along her stomach, and then her hip bones. She let out a quick gasp at that, gripping his hair with even more ferocity. Alice felt his lips turning upwards at her reaction, and she gritted her teeth at the feeling.
She felt his lip piercing’s cold metal drag along her skin, her breathing hitching at that, her head tilting up to the sky and her eyes closing. She felt him trail his fingers along the waistband of her pants, and
Alice grabbed his hands. He looked up at her, expression heady with desire. She smiled at his reaction. “You want more, do you?”
Elio swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. “If you’ll give it to me, that is.” He looked so desperate, on his knees, staring up at her like she was single-handedly the most important thing in his world at that moment. She enjoyed that feeling.
“Do you want to kiss me?” Dahlia leaned down to him, her lips ghosting his. She saw him working hard to restrain himself, and laughed. “Poor you. You don’t like being tricked, do you? Well neither do I.” She crouched down before him and kissed him on his neck. Keeping her mouth there, she felt his pulse pick up speed.
“Dahlia…” His voice came out ragged and rushed. “Please. Stop this torture.”
She tsked, pulling back to look at him. Aurelio’s blue hair was messy around his face. His eyes were wild. His hands were clenched into fists and his teeth were gritted.
“Are you sorry now?” Dahlia whispered, her voice lilting at the end of the question.
“I-“ Her fingers brushed over his lips. “No.” He choked out, looking annoyed.
“You’re not?” She sucked on his neck, her teeth digging into his skin just enough to hurt but not enough to bleed.
He panted, grabbing onto her hair with a ferocity that didn’t surprise her. She marked his skin with her teeth, moving on to another area on his neck.