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writetomyheart2013-04-05 12:58 am
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[team two] beautiful illusions
Omg first shiritori! I've wanted to do this for awhile but never mustered up the chutzpah to do it! Implied sex and porn-y words.
It's real.
This is what Fujigaya tells himself every morning when he wakes up with Kitayama no longer next to him, the lingering scent of his shampoo slowly dissipating from the pillowcase as disappointment sets in the pit of Fujigaya's stomach yet again.
There has to be some reason that Kitayama keeps coming back.
---
"We can't tell anyone," Kitayama gasps as Fujigaya's hands fumble with his clothes, lips drowning out a deepened moan that echoes throughout Fujigaya's apartment. Fujigaya nods and lowers his head to Kitayama's neck, scraping his teeth teasingly slow and eliciting a gravelly groan that has Fujigaya's cock stirring to life.
Kitayama lowers himself to the couch, sliding his fingers down and hooking them into Fujigaya's waistband, pushing the cotton fabric down to the floor. With a sly smile, he pulls Fujigaya on top of him, nipping his earlobe and flooding his ears with dirty suggestions of what they should do next, his heated breath causing Fujigaya to shiver.
---
Kitayama's sweat shimmers on his forehead as he rolls over, gasping for air as they finish. Fujigaya reaches for him futilely, knowing all too well that Kitayama will follow his pattern of showering. Rolling back over, Fujigaya sighs thinly and rolls himself up in his blankets, turning on the television to watch whatever show is playing at this time of night.
His stomach tightens as Kitayama walks back in after showering, drying his hair in a ruffling motion, smiling softly in a rare moment of unguarded emotion. Fujigaya likes to collect these moments like pearls, hoarding them in his mind to repeat over and over.
"I'll stay for dinner," Kitayama says, and Fujigaya nods, retrieving the delivery menus stashed on his desk.
---
Kitayama's soft snoring is muffled by the blankets, his chest rising and falling with every breath as Fujigaya lies awake, unable to sleep with him next to him.
"I love you," Fujigaya whispers softly to the curve of his back, the words shattering the silence like breaking glass.
But Kitayama can sleep through a freight train, so he hears nothing as Fujigaya bites his fist to stymie the tears from coming. It's always like this, yet he hopes it can change.
He knows that deep down, somewhere, Kitayama loves him.
Really.
---
"It's real."
This is the mantra he repeats to himself every morning.
Every single morning.
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luna_truths, your move!
It's real.
This is what Fujigaya tells himself every morning when he wakes up with Kitayama no longer next to him, the lingering scent of his shampoo slowly dissipating from the pillowcase as disappointment sets in the pit of Fujigaya's stomach yet again.
There has to be some reason that Kitayama keeps coming back.
---
"We can't tell anyone," Kitayama gasps as Fujigaya's hands fumble with his clothes, lips drowning out a deepened moan that echoes throughout Fujigaya's apartment. Fujigaya nods and lowers his head to Kitayama's neck, scraping his teeth teasingly slow and eliciting a gravelly groan that has Fujigaya's cock stirring to life.
Kitayama lowers himself to the couch, sliding his fingers down and hooking them into Fujigaya's waistband, pushing the cotton fabric down to the floor. With a sly smile, he pulls Fujigaya on top of him, nipping his earlobe and flooding his ears with dirty suggestions of what they should do next, his heated breath causing Fujigaya to shiver.
---
Kitayama's sweat shimmers on his forehead as he rolls over, gasping for air as they finish. Fujigaya reaches for him futilely, knowing all too well that Kitayama will follow his pattern of showering. Rolling back over, Fujigaya sighs thinly and rolls himself up in his blankets, turning on the television to watch whatever show is playing at this time of night.
His stomach tightens as Kitayama walks back in after showering, drying his hair in a ruffling motion, smiling softly in a rare moment of unguarded emotion. Fujigaya likes to collect these moments like pearls, hoarding them in his mind to repeat over and over.
"I'll stay for dinner," Kitayama says, and Fujigaya nods, retrieving the delivery menus stashed on his desk.
---
Kitayama's soft snoring is muffled by the blankets, his chest rising and falling with every breath as Fujigaya lies awake, unable to sleep with him next to him.
"I love you," Fujigaya whispers softly to the curve of his back, the words shattering the silence like breaking glass.
But Kitayama can sleep through a freight train, so he hears nothing as Fujigaya bites his fist to stymie the tears from coming. It's always like this, yet he hopes it can change.
He knows that deep down, somewhere, Kitayama loves him.
Really.
---
"It's real."
This is the mantra he repeats to himself every morning.
Every single morning.
luna_truths, your move!
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*sobs uncontrollably*