Ok. Done with this part. Love the Yabuki's place. I can almost see it. Can almost see Ryu and Hayato being there and climbing the stairs. And Hayato. Oh god. Even I am falling in love with him.
Nothing’s ever quite the same after that. They turn from defiant punks into small-scale criminals. It rubs him just the right way. This
He’s so exhausted. Sometimes he wishes it would all just end and he’d be put out of his misery. And this
AND THIS He hopes that’s it, that nothing else will happen. His body quivers helplessly as he waits, doesn’t budge, doesn’t dare to allow himself to even hope. He can’t handle this. Not now.
Hayato’s soft lips press against his, warm and yielding. Ryu’s eyelids slide shut and his heart hammers anxiously as he feels Hayato’s arms clumsily snaking around him. He lets out a shaky exhale and sinks into the feeling of slight, moist suction and then there’s the tip of Hayato’s tongue, hesitant against his lower lip.
He can’t do this. His entire life crumbles down, all the years of fear and endurance, as he presses against Hayato’s lips. He opens his mouth desperately and deepens the kiss that renders them breathless, lets the darkness within him take over as he kisses the boy over and over again until Hayato rolls over him, traps his wrists beside his head and breathes heavily against his face in the darkness where he’s only a silhouette to Ryu.
“Don’t do it,” he gasps quietly with a shaky voice.
Love the Yabuki's place. I can almost see it. Can almost see Ryu and Hayato being there and climbing the stairs.
And Hayato. Oh god. Even I am falling in love with him.
Nothing’s ever quite the same after that. They turn from defiant punks into small-scale criminals. It rubs him just the right way. This
He’s so exhausted. Sometimes he wishes it would all just end and he’d be put out of his misery. And this
AND THIS He hopes that’s it, that nothing else will happen. His body quivers helplessly as he waits, doesn’t budge, doesn’t dare to allow himself to even hope. He can’t handle this. Not now.
Hayato’s soft lips press against his, warm and yielding. Ryu’s eyelids slide shut and his heart hammers anxiously as he feels Hayato’s arms clumsily snaking around him. He lets out a shaky exhale and sinks into the feeling of slight, moist suction and then there’s the tip of Hayato’s tongue, hesitant against his lower lip.
He can’t do this. His entire life crumbles down, all the years of fear and endurance, as he presses against Hayato’s lips. He opens his mouth desperately and deepens the kiss that renders them breathless, lets the darkness within him take over as he kisses the boy over and over again until Hayato rolls over him, traps his wrists beside his head and breathes heavily against his face in the darkness where he’s only a silhouette to Ryu.
“Don’t do it,” he gasps quietly with a shaky voice.
My heart bleeds for Ryu.
I love love this part.
Sorry for the running commentary.
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I'm glad you like it and comment and just asdfghjkl ♥ Good that you don't find the characterization annoying XD
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