Tabris
“and, in conclusion, that is why i believe that the architecture of these ruins and the historical significance behind it needs to be preserved and maintained, not– not used for something like–”
“mikleo,” sorey murmurs, pressing him into the wall, draped with vines and dripping with beads of dew and untouched by anyone for decades upon decades, and kisses him. any further objections are lost in the pleased noise he feeds sorey and the hands that loop around his neck, both a blatant contradiction to an obvious excuse and an open invitation to use this place for anything his heart desires.
a hand on shinji's cheek. "i love you."
redo.
lips pressed to lips, the mattress dipping beneath them.
redo.
"we shall meet again, shinji-kun."
redo.