aroceu's ficboy you make me make
Mark is in a skirt and Eduardo is half naked and they’re on a balcony in Venice.
Between broken laptops and takes.
(“Maybe it was a diversity thing,” Mark says. “But so what?”
Eduardo doesn’t really reply, just says, “I’ll let you know how the party is,” before going back into the building, leaving Mark out in the cold.)
Hajime is new to this. But somehow, Oikawa always manages to know how to get him to do what they both want.
See.
Kunimi’s not complaining, at all.
He’s not unsatisfied. That’s not the thing.
Well, maybe he is a bit unsatisfied.
Mark and Eduardo fuck to “Rocket.”
Even though the light is mostly shrouded by the covers, it doesn’t obstruct the light in Eduardo’s eyes – bright, hurt. Not like when he’d answered what had your shares been diluted to – that had been dull and old. This is new, like Mark has done something to fuck him over all over again.
the other on my heart