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giftsofglory) wrote2011-06-27 01:21 am
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Time of Transition
He made no move to return Mello to his room when morning came. In fact, a good week later there was still no move being made to that extent, and on that morning, when Mello woke it was to the now usual configuration of Sephiroth being wound around him, pinning his hands. This time, however, the act was accompanied by the silver haired man actually being asleep still.
Not to say they hadn't been spending all their time together, but Mello hadn't had the chance to see him asleep until then, him holding out for the blond to sleep and then rising before he could.
Not to say they hadn't been spending all their time together, but Mello hadn't had the chance to see him asleep until then, him holding out for the blond to sleep and then rising before he could.
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"Make it hurt," he whispered. "I don't like this..."
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Mello's eyes widened and he gasped, arching suddenly at the sudden surge of what could only be described as pleasure making him shudder and pant loudly. It tingled down his spine, pooling between his legs, dangerously close to being extremely arousing.
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"I..." He didn't know what to say or how to speak, not really. It was Sephiroth's fault. His eyes closed and Mello shivered, licking his lips.
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