7 Works by twuke
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Kuroo was seventeen now, man enough to know that there was no shame in crying, but it was on nights such as this one that Kenma was reminded of how much he still resembled the child he once knew, the one covered in the rain and humiliation; trembling with his eyes squeezed shut, as if he was terrified.
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Akaashi brushed the pad of his thumb across his bottom lip, smearing lukewarm drops of bathwater on him.
Bokuto kissed his finger when it lingered near his mouth, pressed his lips against Akaashi's knuckles when he let him, going over each bone with a feathery touch that seemed more intimate than it should.
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Kuroo swore he saw it ignite right then, the fire in Akaashi's eyes, not that of a controlled flame but instead that of a wild inferno, like the heat between lovers.
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Kuroo loved him like this, loved the way he looked, how shy he was when it was just the two of them naked in bed together.
He pressed his cheek against Kenma’s thigh, sighing contentedly.
“I’d love to choke you out,” he said, closing his eyes.
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"You feel the tranquilty? Immerse yourself in it."
Bokuto moved his head, gracing Akaashi's leg with his lips. He closed his eyes and kissed him on the thigh, smiling when he felt Akaashi slightly arch his back under his touch.
"I want to immerse myself in you." he said drunkenly, hugging Akaashi tighter.
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"Look at you, actually breaking a sweat." Kuroo murmured.
Kenma shivered at his voice; rough and syrupy sweet. It made his body tremble.
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The moon poured in white behind the curtains. Iwaizumi's face lit up, and Oikawa felt starved. The desperate sadness in his stomach was replaced with hunger, a desire that flooded his being.
Iwaizumi could smell that desire on him, dropped his hands down on Oikawa's backside and traced circles on him with the dry tips of his fingers, waiting.