Title: skelter.
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha
Genre: Romance, drama
Notes: Something small. Something 1AM.
Synopsis: In which Uruha isn't Uruha. More like 'Kouyou'. More like the birth of a gunshot.
Aoi’s hands tremble only slightly, just light shakes of not-yet-right, of Yune’s kiss on his spine - his knees cracking apart as Uruha drags his hips west, mouth on his flesh like a starless wound. Gaping, wide-open.
And bar smoke singes his words as Aoi leans down, palms slick against Uruha’s collarbone and ash (and Yune) against his teeth:
“This isn’t for you - “
Fingertips reaching up and tracing the freckles dusting Uruha’s jaw (but not-Uruha, more like ‘Kouyou’; more like the birth of a gunshot).
“I don’t want you - ”
Aoi watches him arc like a dirtied prayer into his chest.
“Not you.”
All legs and yellow-burnt hair and five beers and Akira.
And his smile sharp as he breathes into Aoi’s quaking lips: “You will.”
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A/N: It's been awhile. I've missed this (and you guys ♥)
Something bigger is in the works, I promise :)