山田涼介

Ryosuke Yamada / 05 -09 -93 rs / so / disclaimer [email protected]

[nicolabear]

“sleeping beauty”

[proudjumpers]

[hananoegao-blog]

[whispers-tothe-stars]

[psaikee-deactivated20190131]

[ohlaloove]

[17-starlights]

[blackandwhitedaisy]

[kihyeons]

[venutian-deactivated20140106]

I was bored so I made this… kkk

can you tell who is who lol

[blackandwhitedaisy]

[anon-chinen-deactivated20130325]

*sighs* sleeping alone again. Night.

[ryosukexyamada]

Hey, who's alone..? I'm here.. -frowns-

[anon-chinen-deactivated20130325]

Sighing deeply, Yuri’s eyes landed on a few of the discarded letters on the bed; some crumpled and balled up in mistakes, others with just a few meaningless words. Kicking them from the bed he pulled the covers up and over his body, snuggling into the warmth of the pillow like he had done for the past few weeks. He missed him. More than he could even imagine.

[ryosukexyamada]

The week he had been obliged to spend in Kyoto seemed like months to Ryosuke. Not just because of the repetitive and boring work routine, composed by the same faces, the same yelled sentences, the same dinners with important managers, full of unconsistent talks about nothings. It wasn't that what caused his stomach to feel like a black hole, that was growing larger and larger as the days went by and was close to eat up all of him. The main cause of the ruthless pain inside of him was apparently smaller than it might seem, smaller in every way if we need to be honest, but that little thing was the same little thing he needed to keep his heart beating sloftly, calmly, lovingly. He would have given the world in order to posticipate the date of departure but there was nothing that could be done. At the airport he whispered a little apparently silly promise to his boyfriend: he would have write him a letter every two-three days, and so he did but it wasn't enough to calm the uncontrollable need of him that was tearing his heart apart in that moment. 

He closed the fouteenth letter after having let his tongue slide lazily on the top edge. His eyes shouted slightly trying to stop the wetness that was starting to show off on the corners of his eyes but it was too late: a small silent tear fell on the envelope. He instinctively  brushed his lips against the rough but thin paper mumbling to him self. "I miss you.." a deep sigh left his lips as his head leaned back against the wall.

[tabbibeard-deactivated20160428]

[herdirtylittleheart]

Here’s the thing about kissing. Some people kiss. They really do, they have a few moves and it’s wet and it counts as kissing and it’s fun. I’m not knocking it by any means, it’s good stuff.

But some people? Some people do more than just kiss. It’s a rhythm, an exchange that goes much further than your mouth. It’s an expression, a form of lovemaking. It’s a dialogue.

It leaves this ache in the middle of your chest, it leaves you throbbing in all of your neediest places. It leaves you in a haze.

[17-starlights]

[17-starlights]

[ryosukexyamada]

Ok, I miss my princess now *sits on the floor and pouts*