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I wanted to achieve something in approximately 200 words but I didn't account for sheer ineptitude. I don't even know how to write Aiba into this.
They twine with an easy truculence; this is a movement, not quite a conspiracy, a conspiracy would make it theirs, theirs, and they can’t, they can’t, they won’t let it be the coda, not for them, who, precisely, is them, but they can’t not, as well. Ohno traces daedalic patterns on Nino’s pale skin in the dark, yoked together, they fit perfectly against each other, dust motes settling like tiny dry kisses over. Nino hisses in stark pleasure, Ohno curves his fingers. This is where they come together, this is how they come together, in places that seethe with memories of all of them. Jun’s taken to listening at doors.
The first time, it had felt obscene. It was a concatenation of events unlikely to recur again.
Ohno tastes like the sea. The room is suddenly rich with it. They clench in short sharp bursts.
And Sho is there, in the opprobrious silence. “You need to be more careful,” he says. His voice is like steel.
They twine with an easy truculence; this is a movement, not quite a conspiracy, a conspiracy would make it theirs, theirs, and they can’t, they can’t, they won’t let it be the coda, not for them, who, precisely, is them, but they can’t not, as well. Ohno traces daedalic patterns on Nino’s pale skin in the dark, yoked together, they fit perfectly against each other, dust motes settling like tiny dry kisses over. Nino hisses in stark pleasure, Ohno curves his fingers. This is where they come together, this is how they come together, in places that seethe with memories of all of them. Jun’s taken to listening at doors.
The first time, it had felt obscene. It was a concatenation of events unlikely to recur again.
Ohno tastes like the sea. The room is suddenly rich with it. They clench in short sharp bursts.
And Sho is there, in the opprobrious silence. “You need to be more careful,” he says. His voice is like steel.