#bunbunlovesdonuts

[wndrbcy]

closed starter for @bunbunlovesdonuts​​​

muse: halo

               ♡      “I’m not sure it’s a good idea we’re seen together...”

[ichoriism]

   continuation of X  — 

     desire was slithering through his bloodstream. this wasn’t his usual but then again, nothing of what came with Harvey was Kiha’s usual. he was threading into this with a patience he didn’t know he had. he respected the invisible boundaries of rekindling something that was once there. he was a gentleman in the sense of being considerate to Harvey’s comfort and space before his own needs and treacherous thoughts.

   but lately… lately it’d been increasingly more difficult to read the room. 

   they acted so juvenile Kiha would have laughed out loud had this been happening to someone else. except it was them. Harvey and him and all these secret smiles and staring when they thought the other wasn’t looking… all these flirtatious games that didn’t breach the limits placed by time in between.

   there’s a tug at his shirt but Kiha didn’t pay it much attention thinking it’s just an accident. then there’s the second and a third and a fourth and Kiha turned around, eyebrow raising before his train of thought was halted in one go. he saw a shock of dark, fluffy hair moving accompanied by intensity in those pretty blue eyes and then— lightning. 

   it took him a few seconds to react but when he did, he cupped Harvey’s face with both hands. his head tilted to the side and lips moved, smooth in their quest for entrance. once upon a time, they had kissed countless times like this. sweet, dangerously slow until it turned eager, urgent. his tongue swiped over the beloved seam of Harvey’s lips and he made a small sound as flavor assaulted his senses. he pushed the younger onto the couch, the glide of their lips making goosebumps awaken across his skin. why it felt like he had been missing this for so many years, he was too scared to think about it.

feat. HARVEY ( @bunbunlovesdonuts ) 

[solutiions]

closed: celeste olivier for @bunbunlovesdonuts​

“ they don’t know about the night in the hotel. they weren’t riding in the car when we both fell. they just wouldn’t get it. ”

[vestiglie]

a thread feat. @bunbunlovesdonuts​: adagio seo.

the clamouring thoughts within his head only quieten in the depth of strung music, tunes hanging on the filaments that do not lack fervour albeit sentimental. the absence of sheets before him indicates professionalism, one which is unbeknownst to the audience has been honed for more than half a century. the appended dilapidation is a suspension of disbelief, at times, but he digresses. lithe fingers that hypnotise the ballroom as he was invited not only as the night’s entertainer, but also a guest. he is to finish within the last three songs, but he might play an additional note as the host has been kind enough to lend him a place to silence his thoughts for a moment. fleeting wraiths still pass by, almost endearing with how hard they try to perturb. still, in the serenity he resides, colouring the otherwise tedious event with a flair that many would deem as none if not talents.

ah, well. that is an effortless deduction. talents would be dust if not harnessed. this last piece is also a practiced one, attuned within the momentum. and he can feel the fixated gazes on him, almost typical. it etches a sense of pride, knowing their interests might be tethered to his... hopefully, performance. he’s used to the unsolicited attention, however, considering the kind of chiseled looks that he wears. a façade of harmless silhouettes, sharpened jawline to accompany the pretence. this one occasion is rather welcome, and he’s accustomed to the glances, even after finishing what’s he’s dutifully tasked for the night. as the dark grows wearier, he ends the orchestrated solo with a familiar harmony, rounding up an applause when he finally rises to his feet.

and of course, the almost expected, overextended attention that remains on him after the crowd disperses. a stranger. the approach is rather casual, sure, but hansol knows he has existed long enough to detect the intents of others. he smiles, pliant, as he takes a flute of champagne from the passing waitress, awaiting the man’s appeal to take up his time for the moment’s reprieve.