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Another, more recent writing sample.
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It's an unconventional approach, he knows despite the dense label often applied to him socially. There's no objective here, at least not one that makes itself immediately known; he's going through the motions the same as Kageyama. But he'd be lying if he said it felt like discussing the weather. It can't, not when he feels graphically aware of Kageyama in a way that has nothing to do with the pretty, rose-flushed tip of his dick.
They share such uniquely specific parallels, Kageyama's hands are just as rough as his own when they cinch tight around his wrist. They're both open, vulnerable; Kageyama could swing now with a closed fist and there wouldn't be a damn thing he could do about it. His vulnerabilities were clearly more obvious; his pants scrunched with his underwear around the middle of his thighs, but it's not just that either.
Kageyama at least has a relationship to mourn.
In all of his enjoyment, he'd never taken the time to stop and clarify the experience. He remembers all of the late-night calls, the way Oikawa would giggle after curling into his side because they'd gotten away with sneaking around again, how warm his nose felt brushing against his whenever they'd kissed on chilly nights. He isn't sentimental, he doesn't think he is anyways but he feels like he could be. He could be the kind of man who drenches his partners in gifts and lavish trips. He can dream of a day when it's Tooru on the sidelines, beaming at the nod he offers him as he steps out with the rest of his team. His sign to him. Their sign to one another. ​ He's no tinman, he has a heart - something he's, unfortunately, all too aware of. As if on cue, lightning shoots through his chest, a sharp pang twisting at his insides with every hard thump of his pulse until he can't take it anymore. Until he has to breathe out hard, shaky, and way too audibly between them like he's holding back a sob but there's nothing there. And when that steady beating skyrockets, spilling molten adrenaline through his veins, he has no way to properly explain that either.
"I do not know how to turn it off." That ache, not the hard jut of Kageyama's cock, which he's decidedly interested in. His lips thin when he rolls his thumb down deep between the crook of those long thighs. He doesn't push against that grip on his wrist, his eyes darting to Kageyama's to gauge his reaction to the friction. Ushijima leans in, his exhale a reminder of how easy it'd be for him to shift between his thighs. How easy could it be for him to bob his head enough to feel him warm, skin shifting beneath the rub of his nose? He doesn't, but he could.
Another deep breath and he's closing his eyes, resting his chin on Kageyama's thigh while he collects his words. "You are right. It is hard to want without remembering. It has certainly left a few specific interactions feeling less attractive than they once were." He pauses, peeking up at him through only one of his eyes. "You've clearly found a way around it."
Or he's trying to.
Was this typical behavior for Kageyama? Was he always so easily distracted? Ushijima wonders how many close encounters they've missed since rooming together that aren't directly related to his own hookups.
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For those of you who enjoy peeping on blogs before RPing or people who don't respond to empty blogs, here's a lil writing sample because Idk what else to put here, lmao. How do people do read mores now???? ____________
It's been hours.
Dick has never been one to take quickly to frustration but that wasn't the only thing to change recently. It's been hours and his knuckles still ache, practically stripped raw after rasping against the insides of his gloves because the urge to show no restraint as of late is only just barely superseded by his sense of morality. Then again, he's no thief either but the smooth opal like stone tucked beneath his pillow would suggest otherwise. He'll have a hard time reporting to the League that he just so happened to find the artifact without receiving a double take, but it feels worth it to try something.
Anything…
Dick's chest tightens, twists like freshly woven rope and he'd cry if he hadn't already bypassed that milestone nearly a month ago. Bruce had proven himself - surprisingly enough - to be just as good at comforting his emotional outbursts as Black Canary. In… Out… In… Out… There's no sudden calm that washes over him as he processes past his own self imposed anguish, but it still helps.
Thinking of Wally helps too… His smile. The dusky skim of freckles and the way they speckled his skin well below the crook of his neck. His lips and the way they'd stick together a little whenever he needed a bit of lip chap. He's not sure when it happens exactly, but somewhere along the way, Wally had established himself as someone more than worthy of receiving a second glance. Or maybe Dick just realized he could look at him too. It's a hard realization to swallow, even worse when he dips his fingertips beneath the elastic band of his briefs to stroke over the indentations they leave in his skin. ​ His breath shakes its way out of him, a shiver spilling down his spine and no one really set a standard on how he should grieve his best friend. It's not like tutorials on this kind of thing were commonplace. He feels a little guilty, but that's better than sad. Always better than sad. And every time he imagines Wally, his stupidly chapped lips pressed soft against his own and the heat of his thigh settling heavy between his legs, everything he feels like he'd missed about him before seems infinitely more vivid. From his smell to the messy skew of his hair.
Tonight is no different. He gets invested, enough so that Wally feels real. Real enough that when he flutters his lashes open, he swears he sees his face. Dick smiles, more so to himself than anything else. That is, until he does a double take, and it's not the first time that Wally leaves him slack jawed and nauseous. The world spins and he doesn't hear himself breathing out his name.
"Wally?"