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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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"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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He trembled slightly, making little noises in the back of his throat, and slid his good arm up between them to catch a lock of Sephiroth's hair, playing with it in vague amusement.
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He moaned softly, more of a low keening noise, and finally came into Sephiroth's hand with a weak shudder, fingers curling in his hair tightly.
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He let the cool hands running over his hot skin lull him into sleep after a few minutes, breathing softly against Sephiroth's throat.