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November 21, 2018
his hands are so nasty, I cant stop looking at them.
I dunno what it is about them, but I might be obsessed with them. hes just so flexible and weird, the way he bends them back and forth like he doesnt have any bones is fascinating
its kinda hot in a gross way. I wonder if the rest of his joints are that flexible or if its just his hands. maybe I should ask him or something. hey omi-kun, ya hyper flexible in every joint or just yer nasty hands?
yeah hed probably get mad at me for that.
I wonder if it hurts at all, or it its uncomfortable. like even though he can bend his hands back like that, maybe it feels weird. or when hes doing his nasty spikes.
sometimes I want to take his hands and just rub them or something. I dunno but I want to touch them real bad. they dont seem like theyd feel weird, just okay maybe they do seem like theyd feel weird, but not in a bad way! they look bony and rough but his hands are probably super nice. his nails are pretty clean all the time too, bet he takes real good care of his hands. probs has some stupidly complex skincare routine he does every morning and night just for his hands since he washes them all the damn time
gotta keep that skin soft somehow, am I right
this is getting weird I dont know how much more I can write about his hands before i go crazy
I should stop staring at them at practice too, hes probably noticed by now right? yeah, he probably thinks I'm a fucking weirdo for always watching him do his stretches
maybe one day Ill get to feel them. maybe help him out with his stretches before practice, lacing our fingers together and stretching our hands back to loosen up the tendons, but really were just using it as an excuse to hold hands. his fingers are so long though, I wish I could imagine what itd feel like to hold hands with him. I dont know if theyre bigger than mine or not, but imagining how theyd feel wrapped around my hand, or intertwined with my fingers is making me feel embarrassed for me.
I sorta doubt it though. def not the kinda guy to just let someone like me touch his hands.
too bad.
December 1, 2018
wow okay Kiyoomi keeps fuckin surprising me
its been super super cold lately and my hands are starting to get stupid dry like they always do in winter. I didnt think it would be that bad though, so I havent been carrying around my hand lotion like usual. they started hurting at practice today, and when Kiyoomi asked me what was wrong I told him that my hands get dry in winter and they were probably gonna crack if I kept playing like I was
so Kiyoomi leaves, like an asshole, but when he comes back he has the fuck huge lotion bottle he always carries around.
I expected him to just give me the bottle and tell me to keep my hands properly moisturized so my skin doesnt crack and I dont get germs or some shit
but no!
Kiyoomi doesnt do that!
instead he pumps some lotion in his hands, then grabs mine, and he
starts
fucking
massaging it in.
I almost died.
everyone was staring at us the whole time too, and I couldnt even do anything. I just stood there and watched him as he rubbed the lotion in.
his hands were so gentle
my heart is racing I need to take a break
okay I’m back
he rubbed the lotion into my hands so unbelievably gently, he even got between my fingers and all the way up to my wrist. my hands are still buzzing from his touch.
then! as if that wasnt bad enough!
he gently takes one of my hands in his, and with the other he starts rubbing the lotion into my fingertips. he did it one by one, rubbing my fingers carefully between his pointer finger and his thumb.
I didnt even wash my hands before it
he was touching me so much
his hands felt so amazing in so many ways that I never could have imagined. they look bony and gross but theyre so soft and gentle and he’s so soft, and the way his fingers felt wrapped around my own was unreal
I couldnt look away from his face though. I was spellbound by his eyes the whole time. he stared at my hands so intently, like they were the only thing in the room. I dont know if its because he was super into what he was doing, or if its cause looking at my face or anyone else while he was doing this would kill him. I know if I looked at anyone I would die from shame, so maybe he was the same way. cant totally blame him, everyone was staring pretty intently and whispering about us. theyre not quiet whisperers either
he didnt have a mask on either, and since hes taller than me I could just stare at his face the whole time. he bites his lip when hes nervous. his ears turn pink, he doesnt look away from what hes doing, and he licks his lips really often when hes not busy biting them.
I kinda forgot anyone was even around us, we were bound by a spell or something. a lotion spell that you cast by holding hands with a dude youve had feelings for since july.
after he was done, he squeezed my hands softly and pulled away. I dont know if the squeeze was intentional or not but god did it do something to me.
I want to kiss him more than anything
I want to kiss him until his ears are pink and his lips are raw
his moles are so cute
I’m gonna go lay down and think about my life.
his hands are bigger than mine, by the way