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Summary
The worst days are when Madarame lies back on the bed, beckoning to Yusuke with hands that seem to destroy so much. How can he call himself an artist when that's all he ever seems to do? Everything that Madarame touches turns to desolation. Even Yusuke.
Especially Yusuke.
The days when Madarame refuses to let his mind slip away are what haunt Yusuke when he sleeps. The gaunt legs wrapping around his hips; the saggy skin hanging from Madarame's bones; the curtain of silver hair upon the pillow once Madarame pulls off his hair tie.
"Be gentle," Madarame croons, his blunt nails raking down Yusuke's chest. His breath is sour, a billow of foul air daring Yusuke to turn away, to deny him.
Gentle, Yusuke thinks. As you've never been with me.
100 words of grooming.
Series
- Part 2 of Pure White Just Like Sin