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part seventy seven
EXO COMEBACK EUREUREONG
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(Anonymous) 2013-08-05 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)As if on cue, his companion groaned and busted into a fit of laughter. "Man...Fuck, I can't tell which way is up or where the fuck I left my face. It was totally right here a minute ago, I swear," Sehun snickered, obviously gone to the high heavens of wasted-om. Zitao grinned a little.
"Your jokes suck," the blonde laughed, dragging himself from his position against the couch and onto his hands and knees.
"I'm not joking, man...Fuck, I'm serious, haha," he laughed again. "It's gone. I can't feel it. I lost it." There was almost a tone of sadness to his voice, as if he was truly convinced he'd lost his face. Zitao rolled his eyes as he started the slow paced trek across the living room.
"It's not gone...'yeol, you didn't even drink that much," he shook his head, amused. Though, Sehun had always had a low tolerance for alcohol, no matter how tough he tried to act about it. There was a night or two during high school that Zitao could remember vividly and Sehun had no recollection of. Then again, no matter how smashed Zitao got, he could always remember what happened while he was drunk. Sehun was not so fortunate.
That's why this was the perfect opportunity. This was his time to act and get away with it.
"No, fuck you, how do you know where my face is or isn't! You don't know me! You don't. Baekhyun'd believe me," Sehun protested, wiggling a bit in his place on the floor, the front of his white tshirt sporting a caramel spot the size of his fist where he'd spilled most of his last shot. The shot that made Zitao hide the jäger bottle.
"That's because Baekhyun would lie to you if it meant amusing him," Zitao laughed as if this were the most obvious statement in the world. "He benefits from getting to watch you freak out. He's an awful person; why are you his friend?"
"Because -- wait no I'm not his friend. Don't say things like that. He just buys me nice things sometimes," Sehun continued to protest.
"They're probably knock offs," Zitao shook his head, almost to Sehun's side, his knees and the palms of his hands getting a little sore.
Sehun gasped at that accusation. "I think it'd physically pain him to buy a knock off. You lie."
Zitao shook his head, amused. "He probably made someone else touch the dirty knock off from China, wrap it up, and gave it to you in hopes of getting on your good side and later using you for his own benefit."
"...I reject your reality and substitute my own," Sehun groaned.
"Go ahead, alcoholic," Zitao shrugged, reaching Sehun and climbing over top of him. In his drunken stupor, the bassist didn't even seem to care.
"And my face is still gone," Sehun continued.
"It is not," Zitao sighed.
"How do you know?!" he glared accusingly up at Zitao. "Did you take it?!"
"Yeah," Zitao dryly responded. "Here, you can have it back. It smells and needs another wash anyways."
With that, he leaned down and pressed his mouth firmly to the other's, the slight taste of jäger between them and something else entirely that was purely Sehun. The bassist laid still beneath Zitao, easily coaxed into returning that kiss just a bit while completely smashed. Once Zitao pulled away, he stared up at him blankly. A few moments of silence passed between them.
"I still don't feel my face."
"I lied," Zitao shrugged.
"You're an awful person."
"Yep," the blonde grinned.
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(Anonymous) 2013-08-05 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)Hands roamed and breath mingled, and before he knew it, their mouths were connected, and his eyes opened of their own accord. For a moment his vision was blinded by the blurring lights of the club, but soon enough that familiar tan skin, framed by cerulean blue bangs came into focus, and he melted. He probably moaned, but the music was so loud that he couldn't hear a thing other than his own heartbeat, which he was sure was pulsating through his eardrums at this point. His lips were exactly as he'd remembered them. Soft and full, with a gentle curve in the middle of his bottom lip that always fit so perfectly against the dent in Sehun's top one.
"Z-Zitao..." he whimpered faintly against the lucrative kiss that had once been something he'd called his. Now it wasn't. It was hers. The tabloids had spread it everywhere, and it hurt that he'd had to find out that way. But it made sense -- why would Zitao want to speak to his pathetic ex? Someone who'd given up hope on him in favor of older men with promises of fame and fortune, telling him how great he was and how he was wasting his talents beneath Zitao, who cared only of his own future anyways. Entertainment is a dog eat dog world, he'd been told, and he was a lion, who needed to take control of the herd.
"What's that, Sehunnie? I can't hear you over this noise!" Zitao yelled back, words slurred by the alcohol he'd been consuming way before Sehun'd even shown up. Why he'd been doing it, Sehun had no idea, but he figured Zitao wanted to forget something. Was he trying to forget him? Sehun knew that was certainly why he himself had been here. This was his bar of choice, that he'd spent his nights at atleast three days out of a week, on the days he was permitted to remain in Seoul. It'd been years since he'd seen him last, and after the first he'd spent seperated from Zitao, he'd slowly grown into this alcoholic that he was now. Nothing seemed to soak up the regret in his gut.
Zitao's voice was just as sweet and caring as before, childish almost, as it had always been. He'd always seemed like a big baby to Sehun, yet somehow insanely grown up and mature, a figure he'd looked up to. And then he'd had to go and blow it. And for whatever reason, fate had decided to be insanely cruel, and pit them against each other tonight.
Fate had decided it was going to persuade Zitao to take Sehun to a back room so he could hear better and "catch up," though his walk held a bit more stagger in it than Sehun's, and quite a bit more stumble than any sober person would. He'd find himself on a couch next to Zitao, who was beaming that gorgeous, faultless smile that had probably won over his wife.
Wife...The word pained Sehun as he watched Zitao with broken eyes, not even bothering to put a smile on his lips. Even drunk, Zitao could sense Sehun's change in emotion, and within seconds was cradling his face, holding a pretty convincing concerned expression for a drunk man.
"Sehunnie, are you okay?" he spoke slowly, as if his words were hard to pronounce, and with each syllable, a soft puff of the scent of Vodka splashed on Sehun's lips, filling his mouth and his nose with the scent of regret. Regret smelled like expensive Vodka and Zitao. Actually, regret just smelled like Zitao. Then again, everything smelled like Zitao to Sehun, these days. Taking a shakey breath, he shifted, trying to get up, cheeks wet. Luhan would tell him to stop blubbering and grow up at this point.
However, Zitao wouldn't let him move, hands firm on his cheeks, stroking away the tears with his thumbs. His eyes were careful, and Sehun suddenly suspected that he wasn't as drunk as he'd first appeared. There was something hidden in those eyes that he'd once knew so well, but were now a distant stranger to him. Before he knew it, those familiar, lucrative lips were atop his own, once again, and he wasn't fighting in the least.
Did not fighting the kiss, or fighting Zitao as he slowly laid him back on the couch make him pathetic? Did it make him a slut, a whore, a tramp who stole women's husbands when they were most vulnerable? Or was he excused with the fact that he'd never try to steal Zitao away, and none of this was his doing. Or was it his doing? Afterall, Zitao was drunk. Wasn't he? Was he? Sehun couldn't think straight with Zitao stealing his breath and spreading his calloused fingers softly beneath his shirt.
This wasn't his; none of it belonged to him. It belonged to Zitao's wife, and to Zitao's child, but at that very moment, Sehun decided he was going to do the most selfish thing a man could ever do. He wasn't going to give a shit, and take what he wanted, while it lasted. He knew it made him pathetic, and he knew it made him selfish, but after five years of suffering, he couldn't fucking stand it anymore.
He mewled softly as Zitao unbuttoned his shirt and spread it away, eyes on the ceiling, afraid to look down and find somebody else as he had so many times before. But those lips on his chest were unmistakable, and the hands sliding up his sides slowly as if worshipping his skin were extremely familiar.
Did he touch her like this?
No. He couldn't think about that. This was him and Zitao. Just like it used to be. Just like he used to, Zitao kissed his way down his chest, not leaving an inch of skin untouched, working at his pants with a slight drunken fumble, which led Sehun to take back what he'd said about Zitao being sober. There was no way he could be. Or was there? Wasn't there? Was there -- it hurt to think, not to mention it was getting difficult with Zitao's mouth making its way back up his chest, latching softly onto a hardened nub, a hand moving to entreat the other. At some point during his inner conflict, he'd lost his pants and his briefs.
His head was spinning and his hands were curling in false extensions, a gentle gasp spilling from his lips. The worn leather beneath his back felt extremely cold yet Zitao felt warm and inviting. Quite a contrary to the fact that he was entirely forbidden. But what was that saying? Forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest?
And Zitao certainly tasted sweeter than anything else, his mouth soon back on his as he shifted to pull his own clothing off. Before he knew it, there was Zitao atop him, in all his lanky, yet toned glory, and Sehun's eyes were swimming downwards to drink him in entirely. This was a sight that had once been endowed to him. Now it belonged to somebody else. And the pang he felt in his chest was enough to rival any night he'd had before this. He had to close his eyes.
Zitao, paused, hesitating, and right as the thought that he was regaining his senses infected Sehun's brain, he moved to sit up and pull Sehun with him. Something was whispered gently, with a blush either from alcohol or the request, and Sehun was sure his cheeks were heating. He'd blame it on the fact that the room suddenly felt very hot. Of course Zitao wouldn't have any sort of lubrication. He hadn't left home planning to cheat on his wife.
Nodding faintly, Sehun swallowed hard. He didn't want to lose Zitao at this point, tonight anyways. Shifting, he slid softly off his lap, knees hitting the carpeted floor of the room, and hands spreading up familiar thighs. He'd done this before, begrudgingly to people other than Zitao. With trembling lips, he pressed forward, softly kissing at the head of the tall guitarist's arousal, taking him in with a slow motion. He was sweeter than any chupa chip the blonde could have asked for.
Melting into the other, he easily fell into a familiar rhythm with familiar actions, hands twisting at skin and mouth moving to wet every inch of his length, soft moans coming from him each time he swallowed against him. He could've finished Zitao right there, the musician writhing and making soft noises beneath him, if it hadn't been for the sudden hands on his shoulders, tugging him away and up, back onto the couch. He was placed back in his previous position, and before he knew it, Zitao had softly lifted his leg, hooked it on his hip, and entered him swiftly, yet carefully. He'd always been caring.
Sehun was used to being fucked. In the position he'd been in since he'd left the care of Zitao's band, he's been taken advantage of on more than one occasion. He was too trusting, and over time, had been hardened up into what he was today, now. Though the hot tears on his cheeks were far from the tears of a hardened man.
No one else felt like Zitao. This was what he'd missed. This was his love, his life, and he'd thrown it all away. His nails raked at Zitao's back, leaving marks that he was sure his wife would ask about. But he didn't care. In that moment, there was nothing but pure, carnal desire, hot and overpowering, blinding all sense and need. All he knew was himself, Zitao, and keeping up with the fast, erratic pace. He needed this. He needed Zitao. He wanted him. Was there a difference betweeen wanting and needing? Hardly. Not in Sehun's eyes.
His release hit him faster than he'd expected, and he screamed out without even meaning to, Zitao's name liquid on his tongue. Soon he was muffled by the drunken cry of the older man, feeling his body stiffen above him. Sehun shuddered, an aftershock entreating his body as Zitao collapsed atop him, breathing heavily, eyes shut. Still and motionless, Sehun trembled, arms slowly coming to curl around Zitao.
And he sobbed. Wailed. Loudly, pathetically, childishly.
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(Anonymous) 2013-08-05 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)Xiumin's eyes widened, lost in the liquid voice of the fairly tall man who currently held him against the dark alley wall. How had he ended up here? In this place? In the arms of this...gorgeous being. Despite the obvious harshness of Luhan's words, his voice made each word sound like a compliment. A purr.
But that was the allure of an incubus. Luhan laughed sharply, holding Xiumin up against the wall firmly, one hand around the other's neck all he needed to hoist him, the elder's toes barely touching the ground anymore. The blond leaned in to run the tip of his tongue along Xiumin's throat, over his pulse and along his jaw, seemingly gentle but most definitely sinister. The feeling made Xiumin shiver as he felt his etheral body twist into that sensation, the lack of air entering his lungs burning.
"I wonder what an angel tastes like," Luhan purred out devilishly(and how fitting a term), leaning in to run the flat of his tongue along the area of skin where Xiumin's blood pulsed the most. How amusing it was, that someone immortal such as Xiumin, still had blood pulsing through his veins. It was all really a show, to be honest. As was everything up on high. Luhan couldn't stand angels. Disgusting creatures. And they tasted even worse.
"Hmn~...Tastes like shit," Luhan laughed, and somehow Xiumin still shivered in lust. Lust. One of the seven sins. Despite this comment, Luhan wasted no time in leaning in to bite visciously at the pale, glimmering skin of the angel's throat, his sharp veneers puncturing the skin, filling his mouth with the disgusting taste of copper. "What do you think you are, bleeding like this..." he purred, spitting the blood in Xiumin's face.
"A human~? You fell for me just like one," he snickered. "An angel falling for a demon. How cute." Watching the blood spill slowly down the side of Xiumin's neck, Luhan smirked, the hand around his throat squeezing harder, nails extending to black claws. Bringing his free hand up, he dragged one down the front of Xiumin's chest, digging into his skin and carving away at the shirt there.
"Don't you fucking angels wear ugly robes or some shit?" he laughed again, the sound a high pitched, musical one. "Wouldn't expect one of you to be stylish after all. So how old are you~?"
Xiumin's mouth acted of his own accord, having not made a single noise towards the pain. "Four...hundred...fifty..." he choked out, completely out of control. Incubi, once allowed in, could completely render even an angel's mind useless to their charm, causing their victims to listen to any orders they had. Luhan's eyes widened in faux surprise at this.
"Ew, you're so old!" he laughed, leaning in to run his plush lips softly down the angel's chest. "That's disgusting~." Xiumin writhed in his clutch, choking out a moan in his lack of air. That was the problem with being immortal. No matter what happened to you, you couldn't die. But you could suffer. Xiumin felt the harsh pain of suffocation, but there was no release of death or lingering need to pass out. there was just pain. And yet none of it mattered as Luhan's control over his mind simply filled him with sickly sinful pleasure.
"You like that? You're a horrible angel! I could do better~," he laughed darkly, biting harshly at his chest, fangs tearing at the skin and yet somehow elicting a moan from Xiumin. The angel's dark crimson blood smeared across Luhan's lips like some gothic excuse for lipstick, trailing over his chin messily. "You're disgusting~."
A click of shoes brought Luhan's attention from the bloodied angel in his grasp to the mouth of the alley where his dark irises sought out the darkness for the intruder. It was probably just a prostitute, Luhan thought at first, until a sudden chill of power surged down his spine. It was only then he realized he wasn't alone.
But Luhan would never show weakness. Instead, he smirked devilishly and called out. "Hey~. You wanna play too, baby?" his voice purred, charm filling each word in a pure incubi attempt at drawing out the angel. "Hiding in the shadows? How un-holy of you."
As if in retaliation to Luhan's words, a sudden burst of light shot from the shadows of the alley, the silhouette of a man burning into Luhan's eyes. With a hiss, he hid his face in the bleeding chest of his victim, shielding himself from the white flames licking at his skin.
"I haven't even the slightest wish to 'play' with you, demon. In fact, I'm strictly here on business. Release the Fallen One," his voice pierced the darkness just like his light, cold and etheral, unlike any worldly being. Luhan simply laughed in a mockery of him, gripping Xiumin tighter.
"I found him first, bitch," he sneered, growling possessively, eyes alit with the fires of Hell that burned within him. Xiumin writhed against the wall, mouth gurgling slightly as he choked on his saliva, Luhan's grip crushing his windpipe.
"You can have him back when I'm done, scum. Now drop him," he growled out, stepping from the light to reveal an adonis. He was beautiful, as all angels were, his features perfectly chiseled and slender, hair a glowing blonde. And yet, despite being beautiful, he was quite visibly dangerous. After all, he was as much of a predator as Luhan was, if not just fighting for a different team. He could see the toned muscles beneath his supple skin.
"Hmph," he scoffed, suddenly dropping Xiumin into a heap as if he were merely trash. "If only 'cause you're so hot, baby~," he sneered, a bloody hand resting on his hip as he took a step back, eyes obviously locked on the angel's crotch. The angel gave a predatorial warning, moving in with inhumane speed to yank Xiumin to his knees before him, a hand twisted in his hair as he held his head up.
"Kim Minseok," the man spoke firmly, invoking the bloodied angel's true name. At the sound of his name, Xiumin's eyes snapped into focus, a sudden cry of anguish escaping his lips as all the pain of his wound returned to him. If it weren't for the man's hold on his hair, he'd have doubled over.
In that moment, he knew exactly what he had done. He had sinned. For an angel, that meant only one thing.
"Kris --" he pleaded suddenly looking up at the Archangel with wide eyes. "I didn't realize --"
"You didn't realize you were allowing yourself to fornicate? With a demon of all things? How does one 'not realize' this, Kim Minseok? No angel shall sin. It's law," he spoke harshly, other hand reaching behind him. Where once there was nothing, suddenly large, powerful wings appeared in a vicious flash of light.
"Mn~. Free show! Now shove him down and ride him baby," he taunted lewdly, laughing endlessly at the sight before him.
"Hush, demon!" Kris bellowed, gaining a childish pout from the Incubus. The Archangel turned his eyes back to the Fallen in his hands. "I have no choice but to strip you of your wings, and banish you to Hell. May you rot in your sins along with the demons you so akin to."
Letting go of his hair, Kris leaned in to grab the bases of both of Xiumin's wings, despite the protests from the weaker angel. Twisting him around to face Luhan, he placed a foot directly on his shoulder blades before yanking back with a sickening snap.
Luhan made a face of disgust, sticking his tongue out almost comically. "That's fucking gross," he complained, despite watching in sinful interest. The etheral man twisted once, then twice, snaps resounding from the wings, the man in his clutches screaming in pure agony. Xiumin's face contorted with the pain, fingers gripping and digging into the dirty concrete beneath his knees. Luhan couldn't help but grin ear to ear; to a demon, the sound of an angel's cry was truly the best treat.
"Why couldn't you scream for me like that, hm, hy~un~g~?" he taunted. Kris ignored him, giving a final twist before using his foot to shove Xiumin completely away, letting him fall to the ground face first, bloody stumps protruding from his back as he writhed in pure agony. Feathers fluttered to the ground, ruffled and bent as the Archangel held the two wings up. They were glorious, truly belonging to a creature of power, but alas they were almost heartbreaking when torn from their owner.
In a blinding flash of white flames, the wings alit, and in seconds they were ashes, catching on a breeze with no source. Luhan clapped as if he'd just seen an award winning play. "Bravo! And the award for best special effects goes to--~!!" Kris cut him off with a sudden lunge, grabbing the demon by the throat. His words trailed off into a childish whine.
"Attacking an angel without orders is against the rule of your kind as well, isn't it, demon?" he hissed, eyes flashing dangerously. "I ought to smite you where you stand." Luhan wriggled pathetically against his hold, nails scratching at his wrist.
"He came onto me...First...I swear..." he choked out, eyes amused albeit fearful. Reluctantly, Kris dropped him, though much to his approval. The blond whined as he rubbed at his sore throat, feeling the bruises. "Ew, you totally marked my skin, you bitch."
"Get lost," he hissed, disappearing in a blinding flash of light. Once he was sure he was gone, Luhan made a childish face at where he once stood.
"I oughta smite you, Get lost, I'm a fat whore," he mocked in a singsong voice, flipping off the empty alley with a growl before moving to snatch Xiumin's hair, picking his prize off the ground. Xiumin cried out in pain at even being moved. Luhan merely smirked, bringing him to his knees once more before cupping his cheeks tenderly.
"It's okay...Shh...I'm here now, my love~," he purred out, voice thick and laced with enchantment. Xiumin's eyes glazed over once more, going out of focus as he once again fell spell to the Incubus. Weak hands reached up to grip at Luhan's low cut shirt. Of course he'd seduced the angel. The attractive blond was bored, as per usual, and had been dead set on finding some source of entertainment. When you were so much more intelligent than the rest of your kind like he was(or so he personally thought anyways), there was just no fucking entertainment in Hell. He needed a challenge. He needed a chase. So of course he went after an angel. And that angel fell easily. How pathetic.
"And you're supposed to be the purest of all creatures~. Not so pure now, are you, Senpai?" he chuckled, a hand sliding down Xiumin's chest, elicting a moan from his pet. The smaller, broken and bleeding man raised a weak hand to slide up Luhan's shirt in lust. Luhan laughed.
"Ew, don't touch me~," he spat in a singsong voice, slapping away Xiumin's hand before gripping his cheeks viciously, nails biting the skin. "I'm not that easy, hyung~," he winked. With that, he crushed his lips fiercely against Xiumin's, his victim screaming in agony as the Incubus held him in place, drinking in the entity of his soul. Now that truly was a taste Luhan could respect. The taste of an angel's soul.
Demons, obviously, had no soul. Not a single one. However, any creature had to have a soul to live -- to operate. Thus was the catch 22 life of a demon. They had infinite power, supernatural abilities, devilish charm -- but they had to feed on the souls of creatures to keep themselves running. It was like a Satanic Battery, a bomb constantly ticking down within them. All souls were different, and each provided more time than the next.
A human's soul, for example, depending on the purity and the age could last anywhere from days to years. This was wherein came the game of corruption. The cat and mouse game of ancient lore; demons corrupting humans. The purer the soul a demon could harness, the longer it lasted. An angel's soul, however, was extremely rare. They were potent and powerful and the purest of all. A young angel's soul, like Xiumin's, could last a demon ten years if harvested while it was innocent. But Luhan's problem was how he acquired his souls. By seducing them, and dirtying them up first, he greatly reduced the span of the souls he devoured, forcing him to corrupt more than most demons. Thankfully for him, however, he enjoyed the chase enough to care less about how much time each soul provided.
Tears formed at the edges of Xiumin's eyes which he'd shut tight, the pain unbearable. He'd lost his wings, but he hadn't lost his mortality, and at that moment, he wished for nothing more than the sweet carress of death. Luhan pierced the skin of his cheeks with his claws, pulling back once he'd dried the Fallen, laughing viciously.
"Bitch, you'll never reach death," he sang, eyes alit in pure evil amusement as he whistled out, the ground shaking beneath them suddenly. With a loud crack, the concrete split, and the fallen angel's ears were assaulted with the ear shattering screams of the undead. "Don't miss me too much, baby," Luhan whispered out, dangling Xiumin over the thick darkness, blowing him a kiss, before letting go without warning.
And Xiumin plummeted, crying out in pure agony.
As quickly as it had appeared, the gaping hole to the Underworld sealed itself, taking all screams and noises with it, not even leaving a mark in the concrete. Luhan laughed in the silence of the night, an eery sound to fill the air. Stretching, he dropped his lanky arms to his side and admired the sudden glow to his skin, modeling his hands before him.
"And I thought human souls made me gorgeous," he gushed, fixing his hair. "How can angels be so disgusting, and yet they make me look so fucking good?" With a sharp laugh, he wiped the blood from his jaw, smearing it on the brick wall, and headed back out onto the streets, appearing no different than any other prostitute you'd see on a regular night in the seedy red light district.
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(Anonymous) 2013-08-05 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)Cars race about below and footsteps pitter patter between the sidewalks. I lift my arms as the sounds lift me and I feel like I'm flying. With thin, cold lips, I whisper, "Darling, I wish you were here," and open my eyes to stare at the neverending sky. Endless nights I've spent lying awake at night missing you, dozing off eventually though your arms aren't around me. I can whisper endlessly, but I'll never get a response, and it isn't that bad until I look at the space between my fingers and realize that they're empty. That's where yours always fit so perfectly.
Somehow I don't feel so alone.
Each time I blink, I think of you, and taking a frosty breath, I close my eyes again, arms spreading out in a span greater than an eagle. Raising my voice, I cry out, "Oh darling, I wish you were here," and though it's lost on the breeze, deaf to the ears below, I know you hear me. The air picks up, the frost grows colder, and I lean forward, pushing off the side of the building, rushing to meet you where I know your arms are spread below me.
I feel alive. I don't feel so alone.
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(Anonymous) 2013-08-05 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)Your kisses are so soft, so gentle, like a careful summer breeze like that one we always felt at the pier when we'd stay together just you and me and sometimes I miss that until I'm brought back to the moment at hand. We break though only for a minute because your lips are a lucrative drug and I have to have more. And if I could think, I'd wonder how a simple night of conversation turned into this and how I never thought our drunken games would be real but here I am and here you are and we're so close that our pulse is identical and I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks.
You smile and your fingers thread through my hair and I'm wishing you'd kiss me again because I never want to let go. It's not what I'm used to cause you always were so gruff and egotistical and who would've thought that inside you were so fragile and really care about everone else more than what you let on to but that's okay cause it's times like this that I know what I saw a long time ago still exists in you today. Our breaths mingle and I pull you closer once more and my fingers guide down your side until they reach your hip and I pause but I don't know why cause I'd never think that you'd shield me from that car and that I'd be lying under your limp body in utter shock, and that I'd be too sick to enter the hospital room but too scared to leave yet you'd wake up two days later and kiss me just the same. But now the skin is flawless and my fingers ghost to your stomach where I trace the pale flat plane and think of how soft you are though it's not like I thought you were rough.
Your arms slip beneath mine and thread through my hair, and I'm moving closer cause my arms are now slipping around your waist and it amazes me how perfect they fit there like when you were made it molded into that shape just for me. Before I know it my breath is gone cause our lips have met again and even if we were so tired before it doesn't matter since I'd stay up for eternity if it meant I could lay tangled in you like this. And we're so tangled we stay tangled for hours until your breath evens out on mine since our lips are still fit together perfectly, red and kiss abused, and our eyes have long shut and we're holding each other oh so close and we drift. We fall. Fall asleep, forget everything, but I'll never forget this.
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