Warning: the following entry may contain strong coarse language, explicit sex and some disturbing concepts unsuitable for minors. You have been warned.
Fuuma knew that there was nothing that could have made his dreamgazer forget the dead sister of that Onmyoji, but still there was only one thing he could do to ease his loneliness, and maybe; when Fuuma took him like this he could erase the memory of said girl even if it was only for a small moment.
Sometimes, when he's arched against the man who feels nothing for him and his nails leave angry read marks on the broad shoulders that cage him in, he wishes those scratches would scar a little so the older man would have something to remember him by.
Sei/Sub ~ Reacquaintsabriel75August 10 2009, 21:46:19 UTC
When rosy red, virginal lips brushed softly against his, certainly Seishiro felt nothing; but then again, why did his own lips desperately seek to continue the shy contact as if nothing in the world was more precious than this?
Seishirou/Subarufaye_naruseAugust 11 2009, 08:51:54 UTC
With every touch and lick and thrust, Subaru could feel a part of him dying, suffocated by guilt, as much as the rest of him was crying out in pleasure, in want, in need for Seishirou, the man who murdered his sister, the man he loved despite it all.
Fuuma/Kamuifaye_naruseAugust 11 2009, 08:56:42 UTC
"Well, well," Fuuma said, sitting up in his bed and flicking one of the hard nipples of the naked boy straddling him, "I never thought you'd come to me, and definitely not like this," eyeing Kamui's aroused state, to which Kamui, cheeks colored a dark red in the moonlight, spat out, "just shut up and fuck me."
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(ORZ. Run-on sentence.)
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Anyway, thank you for sharing this~&hearts
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Thanks for commenting!
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Oh don't mention it. >D
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