1 Work by oopsallice
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Sat in a pitch black room, in a locked up inn atop a hulking beast-turned-city, Matoh leans into a barely murmured whisper.
Tanned, jewel-tipped fingers trace over a bony spine, lingering over patches of rough and indented scars. An arm holds his weight up while the other explores unseen flesh, the blindfold a soft sensation against his eyelashes. The lack of sight only made the fleeting touches more precious, his one way to connect with the man leaning against him.
Series
- Part 1 of Sky Faring Pirates