īŧ cy starts the act of peeling sasuke's shirt off over his head, baring his torso and all the evidence of a life lived in the throes of trauma, leaning up to kiss a scar across one pectoral that looks like a puncture wound as his hand gently cradles the amputation site of his arm, fingers smoothing out the bandages so there are no wrinkles or risk of a pressure sore. īŧ
I held you on it. It was the first place I had my fingers inside you. It was the first place you hid yourself from view but let me draw the covers back to see how beautiful every part of you truly is. It smells like you, and that's home to me.
īŧ another kiss is dropped against sasuke's left shoulder, right above the termination of the bandages. īŧ
We can burn it if you don't want to keep it, that's okay too. But it's — ours, in a way I don't want to surrender to anyone else.
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Date: 2024-07-25 03:52 am (UTC)īŧ cy starts the act of peeling sasuke's shirt off over his head, baring his torso and all the evidence of a life lived in the throes of trauma, leaning up to kiss a scar across one pectoral that looks like a puncture wound as his hand gently cradles the amputation site of his arm, fingers smoothing out the bandages so there are no wrinkles or risk of a pressure sore. īŧ
I held you on it. It was the first place I had my fingers inside you. It was the first place you hid yourself from view but let me draw the covers back to see how beautiful every part of you truly is. It smells like you, and that's home to me.
īŧ another kiss is dropped against sasuke's left shoulder, right above the termination of the bandages. īŧ
We can burn it if you don't want to keep it, that's okay too. But it's — ours, in a way I don't want to surrender to anyone else.