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Patroclus answers by kissing his open palm, tracing along the very lines of fate that he desperately wants to change.
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19 Aug 2021
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He beckoned my name, and I met him halfway, kissing him, his moans echoing in the chamber of our mouths, and it was all I wanted.
I wanted that chamber to be where those sounds lived forever.
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- Part 2 of The Sounds of Troy
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15 Aug 2021
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“You do not tire,” I paused to take in a sharp breath and groan. “You do not tire after a long day of fighting,” I managed.
He laughed, breath hot against my neck. His hand reached for my length, and I bit my lip and threw my head back in a silent cry as he began to stroke.
He lifted his head and hovered his lips just a hairsbreadth above mine. “I will always be ready for you, Patroclus.” He said my name in my mouth.
“It would seem so,” I whispered back. I moaned.
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- Part 1 of The Sounds of Troy
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15 Aug 2021
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This and This and This by drinkbloodlikewine, whiskeyandspite
Fandoms: The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller
03 Sep 2015
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Slender calves stretch to the elegant tendons of his heels, feet scarcely touching the ground. He keeps pace alongside his friend, he laughs as if he’s at a saunter, until he’s off again until he reaches the start. Grasping his foot from over his shoulders, he stretches.
Patroclus’ cheeks burn, scalded by envy.
No one's first day of school is ever easy.
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13 Aug 2021
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depth and breadth and height by Cordelia
Fandoms: The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller
16 Jul 2013
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We are sitting in a secluded field, the sea lapping at the shore quietly in the distance, and now he reaches for me fully. His hands go to my head and drag me to his, though I go willingly; it is a long time since we had this sort of freedom, the hours to while away in slow, burning heat. This, and this, and this.
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- Part 2 of i shall but love thee better
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11 Aug 2021