cosmicwinter
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He misses Euijoo's laugh, his kindness, the way his eyes shine when he looks at Yudai. He misses how Euijoo looks beneath him, lips kiss-bitten and slick with spit, mouth ajar and eyes hazy; and how he looks on top of Yudai, the sheen of sweat on his brow as he fucks into him slow and deep. He misses how Euijoo's eyes go droopy with lust as he fingers Yudai open. How he sounds when Yudai opens him up, a crescendo of small whines that turn to fuller moans. How he sounds when he bottoms out, mumbling sweet nothings into Yudai's ears.
Yudai misses Euijoo. Everything about him.
OR: Euijoo and Yudai's schedules keep misaligning. They finally have a night to catch up.
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When they finally get back to the dorm, just the two of them, it's gone midnight. The ride back had been pretty quiet, Nicholas playing with the rings on Euijoo's fingers as they sat squished together in the back seats, Euijoo's head cushioned on Nicholas' shoulder. Both of them watching the neon lights of the city pass by out the window. Quiet, peaceful, content.
They got past the need to fill the silence a long time ago, falling into a steady rhythm with each other way before they even got their heads out of their asses and confessed. Nothing much really changed after that. Except for the sex, obviously.
OR: Nicholas and Euijoo get the dorm to themselves
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Euijoo would be completely ready to doze off almost instantly in this scenario, except the slight shift in position means that Nicholas' ass is now pressing directly against his cock. His hand pauses, a strained little sound leaving his lips before he can stop it. Like he could hear him, Nicholas presses back harder again, repositioning his hips so his ass is even better aligned with the growing hardness in Euijoo's underwear, making sleepy little whining noises as he shuffles to get himself comfortable.
Or: Euijoo's schedule runs late. He and Nicholas make up for lost time.
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"This would look so good on you."
Harua was obviously joking. When he pointed at the black and white miniskirt on the mannequin, smug smile on his face, he was making a joke. Harua likes to tell jokes. It was for the camera. A joke for the camera and the fans and not anything else.
So why Maki is now standing in the bathroom, fresh out the shower and staring at his reflection in the mirror, adjusting the miniskirt he ordered last night (paying extra for next day delivery), is beyond him.
Or: Maki wears a miniskirt. Harua likes it a lot.