Phantom Fantasies


Pressed hard against the wall, rough wood digging phantom splinters into his back. Long fingers holding him in place, pushing against his hip, clasping his wrist above his head.

Green eyes glimmering in the fading light as a knee slides between his thighs, firm against his legs. Soft orange hair sliding past his cheek, a ghostly caress of butterfly wings.

Lips teasing at the corner of his mouth, coaxing pleasure instead of their usual annoying, infuriating, infernal smile. Taunting, a tongue sliding slick inside his mouth to kiss and burn itself into his memory --

-- and Atobe woke up.


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