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hinata’s hands are beautiful. you first realize this as you part ways. your other half leaving you for the sliver of promise brazil brings. the fading promises of togetherness, the ache and longing filling you as you stare at your palms, frantically trying to recall his warmth in yours. fleeting memories brush by of your hands clasped in his, and the desperation you feel in the slow drag of his hands leaving yours. you settle in with the phantom feelings of him as you watch his back grow smaller in the distance. fat, hot tears welling up in your eyes as you smile bitterly at the sun setting in front of you as he doesn’t turn back. your frustration grows at the fact his hands just can’t stay in yours, at the fact that his goal, his very purpose for being lies in the hands of brazil and not yours.
hinata’s hands are beautiful. the first whispers of this dying ember reignited as you reunite. your hands grasping at each other, tugging the other closer as if closing the vast span the ocean held was not enough, you rock in each others arms, pushing away to assess the wear the sun has had on his skin only to tug each other tight again, you stare at him as if he is to leave your sight he’ll disappear, just soaking in his presence, your hands tug at his just to reaffirm that he is real, that this is real, and you trace the small freckles he’s earned after his relentless practices under the beating sun, you are stunned silent, a grin erupting ear to ear on his face as the hot tears return, freely falling this time as you stare at him as you would the flaming sun.
hinata's hands are beautiful. his hands run up and down your sides, his mouth pressed to yours swallowing every whine, whimper and stutter, the callouses of his fingertips raising goosebumps across your body, as his hands grasp at your supple flesh, the feeling of his fingers dragging along your skin ignites a fire within you and leaves a tingle in his wake, one hand gripping yours till his knuckles are white, the other swallowed in your cunt, the fullness of his fingers inside of you, the whispered promises of love and beauty, as you peak at the sight of him between your legs you are reminded again of his overwhelming light.
hinata's hands are beautiful. as he holds you in the morning light, his hands mindlessly rubbing against yours in wait of your eyes to creak open, the roughness of his fingers lightly catching and dragging along your bare skin as he grips you tight to his chest, you eye the way the sun catches on his face and you feel as if the sun itself is on yours, the warmth of him inside and out as you whisper how safe you both feel in the promises of forever.
hinata is beautiful. from the freckles on his skin, to his flaming orange hair, he feels like the first dawn, the tight sting of a fresh burn, the dipping dusk, to stare at him is to take in the sun itself.
hinata is beautiful, but he only feels beautiful when his hands are in yours.