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A Weiss Kreuz Drabble
by Kittyling

Trembling hands brushed through sandy locks, ivory skin holding almost a silvery sheen in the moonlight--he looked ethereal and Omi was afraid that if he stopped moving, stopped touching, that the older man would disappear, nothing more than a ghost of what he wanted, what he needed now.

Gentle kisses, feather-light against his lips, trailing down his neck and Omi bit back a whimper, arms moving around the warm body pressed close to his, shivering slightly. "Aya-kun, I--"

Violet eyes opened, that intense gaze softening as it met his own, somehow looking as though he was letting something go.

"Call me Ran."

 

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