īŧ mischievously — albeit mindfully of his various little hurts — cy shifts their positions, pressing sasuke down into the mattress as he straddles his hips. he pulls the blanket over them like a veil of night and leans down, rearranging himself until he can steal a kiss. the drape of his body along sasuke's is careful, weight kept off any of the places he may be especially sore, but not — shying away from the contact, either. arms cross on sasuke's chest, forearms braced just below his clavicles as he urges sasuke's thighs apart so he can lay bonelessly between them. īŧ
'A man sees his reflection three times in life. In his enemies, in his blade, in his children.' It's possible that both things were true — that you felt something akin to what they were feeling, and you fed into each other's emotions.
īŧ one hand shakes free of his repose, and brushes sasuke's hair back from his forehead. it's longer now, and he finds himself wondering if he should offer to cut it, or leave well enough alone. īŧ
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Date: 2024-07-19 04:13 am (UTC)īŧ mischievously — albeit mindfully of his various little hurts — cy shifts their positions, pressing sasuke down into the mattress as he straddles his hips. he pulls the blanket over them like a veil of night and leans down, rearranging himself until he can steal a kiss. the drape of his body along sasuke's is careful, weight kept off any of the places he may be especially sore, but not — shying away from the contact, either. arms cross on sasuke's chest, forearms braced just below his clavicles as he urges sasuke's thighs apart so he can lay bonelessly between them. īŧ
'A man sees his reflection three times in life. In his enemies, in his blade, in his children.' It's possible that both things were true — that you felt something akin to what they were feeling, and you fed into each other's emotions.
īŧ one hand shakes free of his repose, and brushes sasuke's hair back from his forehead. it's longer now, and he finds himself wondering if he should offer to cut it, or leave well enough alone. īŧ
What do you think I'm feeling?