the machampion
he/him
25
July 17
Kanto
pansexual
gym leader
gym leader
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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noah faber
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POSTED ON Feb 23, 2020 1:24:43 GMT
in all of his years—of which there are little—noah has never heard such a list. the checklist comes as a warm wind. it draws over his skin, causing it to flush in the pinks of some spring fruit. he wants to cry, laugh, sing in off-key. whatever that means i love you, i want you, i need you and whatever else for the "you" crowns the tip of his tongue sweetly, falling past his lips as he gasps from being pushed.
noah's eyes glimmer hazily. he tries to find ways to weave himself in between kyle's spoiling, but the music is full, so complete and perfect that he does not dare stop him until he gives up—or interrupts with another kiss. again, the warm wind billows forth. as kyle divests his shirt, noah feels a rising heat spread across his muscled torso, tying knots in his throat.
"and i wanna be even better to you."
noah says, touched tears beading in the corners of his eyes. his pillow is stained lightly with them. he smiles, eyes bright crescents under the dawn of kyle's body.
"i want to make you feel even warmer, hear all the things you deserve to hear, make you feel like you'll never even be alone, and..." the breath against his neck inspires fidgeting. noah binds his legs and arms around the other, clinging to him sweetly as if he is the only support left in a world that is quickly melting away. "i don't think i can live without you anymore."
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