TW: Not super graphic, drabble

Xephos can't help but wonder if it's possible to be addicted to a person. Especially when that one person is so bad for you like smoking or drinking too much, but you just can't help yourself. Every night he wracks his brain thinking of a reason; maybe it's the thrill of keeping it a secret, the risk of what their friends might do if they catch them at it. So many times has he said that it's the last time; that he won't come back anymore. Yet, here he is again. Sjin knows it, too. He can tell how much Xephos wants to stop, wants to not keep coming back for his... his fix. But God does he know how to change a guy's mind, and how can Xephos not be addicted to that smirk, the curl of his mouth when he teases and charms the Spaceman behind the work sheds. Xephos has lost count of the hours spent rehearsing telling Sjin no, only to have the architect kiss him or ghost his fingers over Xephos' chest and drive him insane all over again.

"One more night," Sjin's mouth is heat on Xephos' neck, filling his senses with desire and the want to touch, to taste. Their kisses are heavy and fuelled by pure lust – there is nothing to their relationship except physical attraction, and their libidos want for nothing. Sjin is poison, and fucking him on a frequent basis is enough to possibly warrant Lalna and Honeydew turning on Xephos, but the architect is a hard habit to break. Most of their trysts last the whole night, each touch and moan electricity coursing through their veins. Xephos' protests mean nought when they are muffled and moaned into Sjin's warm flesh as it moves and caresses beneath him. Skin on skin, mouth on mouth; drawing out words of sweet ecstasy borne from mindless actions. Sjin is the ultimate temptation, and Xephos just can't say no.

Credit to Smushfaace on Ao3