the bitter cycle.
And Saga isn't always home because his parents are under the impression that their son just works a lot, when really he's over at Tora's and they're playing lovers behind Tora's closed doors. And it's similar to the way Tora and Uruha play, except this time all parties are well aware of the reasons why the other is here while another is missing, because behind closed doors are where secrets just so happened to be best kept, and Tora has needs that Saga isn't always around to fill.
But it isn't like they didn't try to hold back - no, they'd been close for a good number of years before suddenly finding themselves at a breaking point, in which Tora couldn't handle the loneliness anymore and Uruha was simply convenient and they both knew this well: a constant that never ceased to change from the day they first met and only continued to fall further into that grave desperation.
I am yours just as you are mine, screams every inch of his aching limbs and the muscles yearning beneath, and nothing can come in between us. You're bored, he breathes as Tora grinds into him through their jeans, sucking the salt from the very crook of his neck, and Uruha can't help but shudder.
And here comes the retaliation in which Tora says "I own you", and they both believe it because neither one can resist the fact that even within a 2km radius of one another, it's undeniable - they're drawn, like the gravitational pull of two planets orbiting too closely together, and as they try to pass they only quickly collide.
And Saga is once again left in the dark, but in the rare occasion that Uruha does come to Tora, he can sometimes sense the fragrance of his ghost and it tears him apart inside; set to haunt him, as he's long forgotten, and though Tora is careful to hide any trace that anyone else was ever there, he knows and they know that someone was, and it's someone close and that's what hurts the most, because it's trust - it's trust, he hisses against the shell of the guitarist's ear as his bony arms despite their facade hold the larger man pinned against the wall of the studio with ease. It's trust and you broke it, and how am I supposed to believe that anything to come out of your mouth was ever for me, when just as easily your dick would do it for anyone else.
But it isn't like they didn't try to hold back - no, they'd been close for a good number of years before suddenly finding themselves at a breaking point, in which Tora couldn't handle the loneliness anymore and Uruha was simply convenient and they both knew this well: a constant that never ceased to change from the day they first met and only continued to fall further into that grave desperation.
I am yours just as you are mine, screams every inch of his aching limbs and the muscles yearning beneath, and nothing can come in between us. You're bored, he breathes as Tora grinds into him through their jeans, sucking the salt from the very crook of his neck, and Uruha can't help but shudder.
And here comes the retaliation in which Tora says "I own you", and they both believe it because neither one can resist the fact that even within a 2km radius of one another, it's undeniable - they're drawn, like the gravitational pull of two planets orbiting too closely together, and as they try to pass they only quickly collide.
And Saga is once again left in the dark, but in the rare occasion that Uruha does come to Tora, he can sometimes sense the fragrance of his ghost and it tears him apart inside; set to haunt him, as he's long forgotten, and though Tora is careful to hide any trace that anyone else was ever there, he knows and they know that someone was, and it's someone close and that's what hurts the most, because it's trust - it's trust, he hisses against the shell of the guitarist's ear as his bony arms despite their facade hold the larger man pinned against the wall of the studio with ease. It's trust and you broke it, and how am I supposed to believe that anything to come out of your mouth was ever for me, when just as easily your dick would do it for anyone else.