[ ensemble stars : temporal ]
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kokoronashitemporal
fandom ensemble stars
pairing eichi/leo
style one-shot
length 471
Idk what I wrote
There was no love made in the way they fucked, because making love should be a term reserved for people who was willing to kiss tenderly instead of letting teeth scrape against flesh. Making love was a term for people who was willing to prepare a satin bed of rose petals, or something cheesy like that.
It wasn't for them, whose making out consisted of them trying to compete on who could steal more words from the other. Whose rendezvous always took place in studios that happened to conveniently be vacant of their groupmates or student council rooms, suspiciously with none of the committee members there in the late afternoon.
Although this time, Leo could swear they were in Akatsuki's practise room.
Oh well. Oh well, he wasn't very good with places around this school. So they might be anywhere, and that would be fine.
There was nothing majestic about this meeting of King and emperor. Not with how Eichi's neat uniform had grown slack and messy around his body, not with how Leo's clothes had been shed off his shoulders.
There was nothing like love between them, and they both knew that. They, as they, exist in these little intervals when everyone else was absent. Little intervals which was smeared with ugly kisses and fucks. Fucks that was always this side of too dry, no matter how many times Leo told Eichi off for that, and fucks that always seemed to last forever yet ended too soon.
There was nothing permanent between them. There was only this moment, as it was.
"You're not going?" It was surprisingly Ritsu who had come to pick him up, dressed all in black. He was expecting Arashi too. Maybe Izumi. But Ritsu made sense, he supposed, considering he was in the tea club with Eichi. He should've thought of that.
He wasn't thinking right today.
"No."
He wasn't thinking right today, of all days.
Ritsu yawned, before he continued. "Na-chan said you two got along."
They never did.
Their kisses were more teeth than love.
Their fucks were more gratification than desire.
And Eichi's death.
Eichi's death meant something different to him other than sadness or anger.
He hummed.
He wasn't thinking right today, the day Eichi would burn and turn to ashes.
All they had was temporary.
And he thought it was time to write a song.
fandom ensemble stars
pairing eichi/leo
style one-shot
length 471
Idk what I wrote
There was no love made in the way they fucked, because making love should be a term reserved for people who was willing to kiss tenderly instead of letting teeth scrape against flesh. Making love was a term for people who was willing to prepare a satin bed of rose petals, or something cheesy like that.
It wasn't for them, whose making out consisted of them trying to compete on who could steal more words from the other. Whose rendezvous always took place in studios that happened to conveniently be vacant of their groupmates or student council rooms, suspiciously with none of the committee members there in the late afternoon.
Although this time, Leo could swear they were in Akatsuki's practise room.
Oh well. Oh well, he wasn't very good with places around this school. So they might be anywhere, and that would be fine.
There was nothing majestic about this meeting of King and emperor. Not with how Eichi's neat uniform had grown slack and messy around his body, not with how Leo's clothes had been shed off his shoulders.
There was nothing like love between them, and they both knew that. They, as they, exist in these little intervals when everyone else was absent. Little intervals which was smeared with ugly kisses and fucks. Fucks that was always this side of too dry, no matter how many times Leo told Eichi off for that, and fucks that always seemed to last forever yet ended too soon.
There was nothing permanent between them. There was only this moment, as it was.
"You're not going?" It was surprisingly Ritsu who had come to pick him up, dressed all in black. He was expecting Arashi too. Maybe Izumi. But Ritsu made sense, he supposed, considering he was in the tea club with Eichi. He should've thought of that.
He wasn't thinking right today.
"No."
He wasn't thinking right today, of all days.
Ritsu yawned, before he continued. "Na-chan said you two got along."
They never did.
Their kisses were more teeth than love.
Their fucks were more gratification than desire.
And Eichi's death.
Eichi's death meant something different to him other than sadness or anger.
He hummed.
He wasn't thinking right today, the day Eichi would burn and turn to ashes.
All they had was temporary.
And he thought it was time to write a song.
