❝𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓'𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒓.❞
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There's a saying that one is entitled to keep whatever they find but the question is: can you always keep what you find?
Wren Ashenherst was raised as a boy and expected to live under the...
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intertwined desires
i always knew your love was wicked from the way my heart trembles at your presence whenever you're close. at first, it all felt like a haunting feeling but i came to realise that it wasn't much so.
when i welcome the thoughts of you inside my body, you opened my ribcage and tended the flowers in my heart to bloom. in your embrace, light shone through — like how the dark clouds dispersed, after the rain falls.
something about you made me feel a little more alive and far less lost. perhaps because you understood my heart even in silence when you offered your luminosity and were never afraid of my tenebrosity. i'm perpetually drowning, unable to breathe through the wretchedness accumulated from all the loss and grief. yet, no matter how deep i sunk, it's funny how you refused to let go of the grip you had on me.
whenever it stormed, you always reminded me: just like every other season, this too shall pass.
(i told you to let go. but, please, don't let me go.)
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I wasn't quite sure where did all my bravery came from but I was inching into Aillard's touch and a strange curling sensation hit my lower stomach. Without processing, my body seemed to recognise every single feel of him because my head was growing hazy and my ability to think was dulling. Maybe I didn't even want to think because I wanted him and all of him the moment his lips brushed tentatively, in unhurried sweeps against mine.
A soft mewl sounded from the back of my throat and I could barely recognise that sound as my own. Instead of embarrassment, I was feeling all satisfied when I was rewarded with a growl of frustration that rumbled from deep within Aillard's throat. It sounded strangely animalistic and my body trembled when I was much more aroused than before. If he was to touch the right place, he would understand how wet I was for him. The slickness was growing uncomfortable and I writhed beneath him, almost begging for him to relieve me from the scorching heat that burned my insides. I panted, "Aillard, I want—"
