4 Works by darlingofthemoon
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every time, it was different.
sometimes rough with urgency, a clash of bodies driven by heat and haste. sometimes slow, drawn-out like the aching notes of a requiem, each touch lingering as if to memorize the other’s skin. sometimes it was only skin against skin, the warmth of hands finding solace on the other’s chest, fingers splayed over racing hearts.
but it was never meaningless—not even when they pretended it was. because somewhere in the soft gasps and trembling fingers, somewhere in the stolen moments between classes or beneath the hush of midnight, something unspoken grew.
not just hunger. but trust.
and the terrifying, undeniable shape of love.
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“And that, Tooru…” Wakatoshi’s voice was nothing but a broken whisper now, raw and desperate, falling directly inside Tooru’s gasped mouth, “is the most unfair thing of all.”
Tooru barely had a second to react before Wakatoshi’s grip tightened—not forceful, but firm, as if grounding himself in the sensation of Tooru beneath his hands.
His breath was unsteady, the exhale sharp against Tooru’s lips, his fingers flexing against his jaw, as if debating whether to let go or hold on forever.
"If you don’t like me…" Wakatoshi’s voice came low, rough with something perilously close to pleading. “Then stop using my feelings against me. Stop doing things that make me want more.”
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❝ oikawa tooru had a master plan — to kiss the hell out of ushijima wakatoshi and watch him fall apart.
yet, the moment their lips collided for the first time in forever, every has changed. ❞Series
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“You’re drunk.” A pause. A slow, measured breath. Then, “We’ll talk later when you’re sober.”
Oikawa let out a sound between a laugh and a sob, breathless with disbelief. “You think this is about me being drunk?”
His voice cracked, teetering on the edge of breaking. “I’m not in my right mind because of you.” His fists clenched, nails gouging his palms, a bitter fury rising in his throat, hot and choking.
“Since when were you so good at pretending I don’t exist? You once said—no, not just once—you always said I was your whole world.” His tone trembled, a jagged whisper. “Am I really that easy to forget?”
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