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metamorphosis2012-04-12 07:17 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-04-12 07:17 pm
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Title: where i want you
Characters: Spada Belforma, Luca Milda
Rating: PG-13
94/365.
It's musty and uncomfortable in the bathroom, and he's painfully pressed up on the sink, the faucet sticking into his back and his shoulders against the mirror. He tries to move and manages to get one of his legs up, and he pitches forwards a little when it slips into the sink, still wet from washing. That's okay; Spada steadies him with a hand, mouth imploring for just a little more room, just a little, and Luca can't find it in him to refuse, heartbeat erratic and breathing loose and awkward through his nose. Spada's hands-- one of them's on the sink, steadying himself, cracked fingernails gripping the cool porcelain (it's so hot in the bathroom, door locked and the light flickering dangerously every few minutes, threatening to leave them in the dark) and the other's gripping Luca's shoulder, tight, knuckles white and any easy-going manner escaping down the drain with droplets of water, collected as precariously as Luca sits. Luca shifts a little to the right, trying to get his balance again and lets Spada pres him against the mirror, feeling the faucet warm against his arm. Tears start at the edge of his eyes - it's tight and hard and there's not a lot of room to breath - and he tries not to inhale too sharply when Spada finally pulls away and lets him breathe. He swallows the thickening wetness in his mouth - his and Spada's spit, he reflects feverishly - and feels his lungs ache for want of clean air. They only get a few handfuls; Spada returns to kissing him, sliding one of the hands from the cold sink to his leg and lifting it up and out, letting it hang against the side instead. It's easier to steady himself, although the position aches after a few moments and he knows it'll ache for a while after, and Luca's thankful for it.
Characters: Spada Belforma, Luca Milda
Rating: PG-13
94/365.
It's musty and uncomfortable in the bathroom, and he's painfully pressed up on the sink, the faucet sticking into his back and his shoulders against the mirror. He tries to move and manages to get one of his legs up, and he pitches forwards a little when it slips into the sink, still wet from washing. That's okay; Spada steadies him with a hand, mouth imploring for just a little more room, just a little, and Luca can't find it in him to refuse, heartbeat erratic and breathing loose and awkward through his nose. Spada's hands-- one of them's on the sink, steadying himself, cracked fingernails gripping the cool porcelain (it's so hot in the bathroom, door locked and the light flickering dangerously every few minutes, threatening to leave them in the dark) and the other's gripping Luca's shoulder, tight, knuckles white and any easy-going manner escaping down the drain with droplets of water, collected as precariously as Luca sits. Luca shifts a little to the right, trying to get his balance again and lets Spada pres him against the mirror, feeling the faucet warm against his arm. Tears start at the edge of his eyes - it's tight and hard and there's not a lot of room to breath - and he tries not to inhale too sharply when Spada finally pulls away and lets him breathe. He swallows the thickening wetness in his mouth - his and Spada's spit, he reflects feverishly - and feels his lungs ache for want of clean air. They only get a few handfuls; Spada returns to kissing him, sliding one of the hands from the cold sink to his leg and lifting it up and out, letting it hang against the side instead. It's easier to steady himself, although the position aches after a few moments and he knows it'll ache for a while after, and Luca's thankful for it.