#25a: fic: Triptych, NC-17
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In the early hours of the morning Nino's world shrinks to this: the sound of Sho breathing steadily in his sleep and Ohno's faint wheeze, the solid warmth of their bodies against his. Sho's nightshirt, rucked up to reveal his stomach; Ohno's arm flung carelessly across his chest.
Nino knows that one pillow is for Sho and the other for Ohno, that they are three men sharing a bed that is far too small for the weight of this arrangement. Still he lies there, loving their collective, cramped sprawl, this crowding of limbs; a guilty houseguest who refuses to depart.
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