“Reason lost the battle, and all I could do was surrender and accept I was in love.”
~ Paulo Coelho
The Witch Of Portobello
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Nezumi's warmth crushed over him like a thick blanket. His body shaped itself around Shion's limbs, every curve and every line, every nook and every protrusion aligned itself in impeccable unison. Each bone in Shion's still tingling body ached with the lethargic waves of his afterglow as the world he could only ephemerally see through heavy-lidded eyes spun lazily around him. Shion could not think anything as his lips left careless, wet kisses over Nezumi's. His tongue slipped in
"I love you more than words can wield the matter;
Dearer than eye-sight, space, and liberty;
Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare;
No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honour;
As much as child e'er loved, or father found;
A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable;
Beyond all manner of so much I love you.."
~ William Shakespeare
King Lear – Act 1, Scene 1
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For long years, Shion could not do anything but rein himself in every matter regarding Nezumi. He had tried his hardest to respect his boundaries, to respect his decisions, to try and make sure his own actions and opinions—his desir
"Human behavior flows from three main sources: desire, emotion, and knowledge."
~ Plato
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Shion could feel every taste bud on Nezumi's tongue as he kissed him with searing languor. Entangled in his fingers, locks of raven black hair brushed against his skin. A silken touch that instilled a silent sense of awe from deep within him. Shion's eyes fluttered behind closed eyelids, white lashes casting shadows on matured cheekbones. Each motion felt like a perfect step from a well-memorized waltz. Harmonious and fluid. Forwards and backwards. Almost a tidal rhythm exuberant in every dizzying movement. Nezumi did not hold
"How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said."
~ Victor Hugo
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Nezumi's hair fanned around his head on the pillow when he dropped himself back down on the bed, breathing out his relief. Shion watched his expression relax, his entire endeavor mirroring a sense of familiarity and a habitual ease. Nezumi knew how to be with Shion like this. They both knew how to be together like this. That was why Shion had never considered