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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Upon the beaten and secondhand couch he lay, long spindly fingers combing through the soft, short, fur of a contented cat who lay curled up upon his scarred and bare chest. Tired though he was he lay with half lidded eyes locked on the panes of the ceiling, tracing lines in repetitive cycles./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Empty bottles of eye drops and melatonin littered the coffee table at his side. The cup of chamomile tea, once steaming with heat, now sat cold and barely touched as he continued in his endless daze. Never was there an evening that Aizawa could recall where sleep came to him like a wanton lover instead it opted to allude him regardless of his attempts otherwise./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"His only comfort remained beyond his reach as such he accepted his fate and resumed examining the imperfections in the ceiling tile above him. Lost, he closed his eyes and set free his thoughts as his mind began to wander.../p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The silence ebbed away and brought forth instead sounds heard and unheard. Music sang from the speakers and rested upon him in comforting tones. His skin felt hot and heated as sweat left cooling trails down his body as he felt alive with fire. Soft, fragrant, scents flooded his senses as long fingers resumed combing through long locks of flaxen. Lips locked in slow deliberate, immolating kisses.../p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Incense burned, swirling into the endless ether and releasing forth scents thick, alluring. A thick curtain of ebony tendrils encased the two away from the world, a shelter in which the only spoken language was with tongues and lips and teeth. Words communicated in soft bites, dancing tongues and lips locked in a slow deliberate trance. The atmosphere thick, suffocating locked in cotton sheets as a cocoon in which two merge into one and arise formed anew. An altar of worship where no idols existed beyond the endless miles of flesh, mapped and directions set.../p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"His arms, like pillars, supporting him upon those pillows tossed and tussled. Eyes taking sneaking peaks of the masterpiece before him, the beauty of the man beneath him. He was Madonna, Aphrodite, the Sun itself yielding before him. Whimpering in volumes, pleading, as he continued slow and leisure ministrations. His lips met with a jawline and bare neck, a rare sight indeed, this moment of vulnerability. A delectable sculpture free of its usual wear, a contraption of great burden and bulk, often restricting and ever so tempting of its removal and yet its purpose served upon the control and reign it holds on those vocals. Champagne locks sprawled in a halo, emeralds locked behind shut lids, teeth anchored firm into tempting lips while his lips own left brands in bruises along that bared and exposed throat. Heat would radiate as a furnace between their heated and pliant flesh. His grasp would serve no escape, steel wire and carbon wrapped tight around a set of delicate wrists. His desire and need would find rest within resistant, hot, and tempered flesh as his hips moved at a slow, careful pace. His tones would becomes low rumbling purrs intermixed with soft, quiet, groans. His ears would listen for the whimpering crescendo and elevated moans of the man beneath him, the others panting, gasping breaths like a sirens call.../p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Moments long and languid whilst music carried on and incense burned to ash. Sweat beading upon flesh as he met ebony to viridian, that eternal lock set bond of the windows set to the soul. He would anchor dull claws upon the sheets, tense and unbroken as he unwound into feverish gasps, his eyes still gazing lovingly upon the other, his breath would still and his heart would beat as a drum as lips moved in whispers../p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Empty bottles of eye drops and melatonin littered the coffee table at his side. The cup of chamomile tea, once steaming with heat, now sat cold and barely touched as he continued in his endless daze. Never was there an evening that Aizawa could recall where sleep came to him like a wanton lover instead it opted to allude him regardless of his attempts otherwise./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Perhaps is was the absence of peace in his home, tensions that ran high from long before his own birth. Or maybe it was the nightmares that flooded his subconscious during those brief moments of stolen rest. Either way Aizawa lay there in his own insomniac haze, his right arm propped behind his head as his left hand continued to gently stroke his dozing companion. How he envied the creature as sleep never failed to fall upon her whenever comfortable. Though attempted, there was never any amount of tea, herbs, or any other natural remedy that would allow the tired hero his due rest./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"His only comfort remained beyond his reach as such he accepted his fate and resumed examining the imperfections in the ceiling tile above him. Lost, he closed his eyes and set free his thoughts as his mind began to wander.../p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The silence ebbed away and brought forth instead sounds heard and unheard. Music sang from the speakers and rested upon him in comforting tones. His skin felt hot and heated as sweat left cooling trails down his body as he felt alive with fire. Soft, fragrant, scents flooded his senses as long fingers resumed combing through long locks of flaxen. Lips locked in slow deliberate, immolating kisses.../p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"His arms, like pillars, supporting him upon those pillows tossed and tussled. Eyes taking sneaking peaks of the masterpiece before him, the beauty of the man beneath him. He was Madonna, Aphrodite, the Sun itself yielding before him. Whimpering in volumes, pleading, as he continued slow and leisure ministrations. His lips met with a jawline and bare neck, a rare sight indeed, this moment of vulnerability. A delectable sculpture free of its usual wear, a contraption of great burden and bulk, often restricting and ever so tempting of its removal and yet its purpose served upon the control and reign it holds on those vocals. Champagne locks sprawled in a halo, emeralds locked behind shut lids, teeth anchored firm into tempting lips while his lips own left brands in bruises along that bared and exposed throat. Heat would radiate as a furnace between their heated and pliant flesh. His grasp would serve no escape, steel wire and carbon wrapped tight around a set of delicate wrists. His desire and need would find rest within resistant, hot, and tempered flesh as his hips moved at a slow, careful pace. His tones would becomes low rumbling purrs intermixed with soft, quiet, groans. His ears would listen for the whimpering crescendo and elevated moans of the man beneath him, the others panting, gasping breaths like a sirens call.../p
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