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The trap of eyes that shine like moons
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
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1
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1,106
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1
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Currently Reading:
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The trap of eyes that shine like moons
They always said he was beautiful in the moonlight. Long flowing hair glistening, reasonably pale skin glowing, his milky eyes reflecting like silver moons themselves. Even his clothing matched, light colored and flowing in the wind.
Like a spirit, a wispy being that would flow across a meadow and disappear into the shadows, just a tendril of beauty that would remain in the minds of mortals.
But they’d never seen Kiba in the moonlight.
Kiba would stalk across the meadow, his leather jacket dark in the soft light, his hair wild like an animal’s thick ruff. The moons light would fracture through his messy hair, little fragments of silver glinting over his slitted pupils coupled by slashes of shadow.
Where Neji was a being that would be unbelievable, otherworldly, untouchable, Kiba would be a terrible earthly beauty that you longed with a frantic heart to turn your way. Neji was a dream you fantasized about, wishing it could be true. Kiba was a truth you never forgot or gave up, always wondering if the beast was on your trail at night and if you’d garnered the attention you wanted.
Neji lay out in the field, lying across the pool of his hair. The moon struck his skin and illuminated him, gently washing the shadows off of his bared body. Leaning above him was the beauty that stole his heart, the beast that caught a spirit in his claws.
“Neji…you look so beautiful.” Kiba whispered against his ear, stroking his arms with his wicked claws. Neji shivered, turning his head from the warm breath and not speaking. He allowed Kiba to think he wasn’t beautiful in the moonlight, allowed him to maneuver his body under the stars and in the grass to his pleasure. It let Neji look at him, look at him shamelessly and knowing Kiba wasn’t posing.
Kiba was a natural beauty. Neji envied and treasured him. He’d been told of his own beauty so much, so often, he wasn’t sure when he was acting like himself or like the beautiful person he knew he was.
He smirked as Kiba’s hands trailed across his belly and more words of endearment were painted across his skin, following the path of soft kisses his lover was bestowing on him.
And Kiba was his, his beast, the silly beast that stalked a spirit and still hasn’t realized the unbelievable trap he’s in. The trap of long dark hair that glistens, the trap of pale skin that glows, the trap of eyes that shine like moons.
Like a spirit, a wispy being that would flow across a meadow and disappear into the shadows, just a tendril of beauty that would remain in the minds of mortals.
But they’d never seen Kiba in the moonlight.
Kiba would stalk across the meadow, his leather jacket dark in the soft light, his hair wild like an animal’s thick ruff. The moons light would fracture through his messy hair, little fragments of silver glinting over his slitted pupils coupled by slashes of shadow.
Where Neji was a being that would be unbelievable, otherworldly, untouchable, Kiba would be a terrible earthly beauty that you longed with a frantic heart to turn your way. Neji was a dream you fantasized about, wishing it could be true. Kiba was a truth you never forgot or gave up, always wondering if the beast was on your trail at night and if you’d garnered the attention you wanted.
Neji lay out in the field, lying across the pool of his hair. The moon struck his skin and illuminated him, gently washing the shadows off of his bared body. Leaning above him was the beauty that stole his heart, the beast that caught a spirit in his claws.
“Neji…you look so beautiful.” Kiba whispered against his ear, stroking his arms with his wicked claws. Neji shivered, turning his head from the warm breath and not speaking. He allowed Kiba to think he wasn’t beautiful in the moonlight, allowed him to maneuver his body under the stars and in the grass to his pleasure. It let Neji look at him, look at him shamelessly and knowing Kiba wasn’t posing.
Kiba was a natural beauty. Neji envied and treasured him. He’d been told of his own beauty so much, so often, he wasn’t sure when he was acting like himself or like the beautiful person he knew he was.
He smirked as Kiba’s hands trailed across his belly and more words of endearment were painted across his skin, following the path of soft kisses his lover was bestowing on him.
And Kiba was his, his beast, the silly beast that stalked a spirit and still hasn’t realized the unbelievable trap he’s in. The trap of long dark hair that glistens, the trap of pale skin that glows, the trap of eyes that shine like moons.