[ Arms wrap around Tsurumaru - Aki's arms, drawing him closer, as gentle as he's ever been, stroking his fingers along the shape of his spine, the curve of his body, warm against Aki's exploring touch. He's careful with his prosthetic, as he always is, careful not to cause a chill at his touch, even as he nudges their noses together.
It's sweet. It's romantic. It's perfect.
Smiling, he draws Tsurumaru closer and holds onto him with all the gentleness that he has. ]
I don't want to be interrupted, either. Not when I can have you all to myself another time.
(He isn't sure why he's surprised. From the first move, Aki has proven what sort of man he is. Still, he finds himself surprised and taken all the same.
He gives himself easily, letting himself be held closely in his arms. A finger runs down his back and instantly, all of his tension and all of his excitement washes away with it. His entire body relaxes and he just melts in his arms because right now, he isn't being held like a sword. It's too careful, it's too gentle, it's too loving and good. He's being held like a lover and he leans against him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. )
You're my favorite one.
(The one he enjoys the most. He traces lazy shapes against the back of his neck. Nuzzling against his neck, he breathes in, and lets out a content sigh.
Quietly, softly, the beginning just a breath of air against him,)
[ They keep finding reasons to surprise each other, to find happiness in one another, but...
But isn't that what it is, to be with someone?
Aki is unaccustomed to this, unfamiliar with it, with anything beyond the bonds of family. Even that was new, and tenuous, because it makes his heart ache to think too hard about it, of all the things he had lost. Finding comfort with Denji, with Power, and now with Tsurumaru...
He feels at peace, for the first time in many, many years.
Leaning in, his lips curl, kissing the corner of Tsurumaru's mouth, sweet and gentle. ]
You're mine, too.
[ Touching his face, he breathes out a soft noise. ]
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[ Arms wrap around Tsurumaru - Aki's arms, drawing him closer, as gentle as he's ever been, stroking his fingers along the shape of his spine, the curve of his body, warm against Aki's exploring touch. He's careful with his prosthetic, as he always is, careful not to cause a chill at his touch, even as he nudges their noses together.
It's sweet. It's romantic. It's perfect.
Smiling, he draws Tsurumaru closer and holds onto him with all the gentleness that he has. ]
I don't want to be interrupted, either. Not when I can have you all to myself another time.
[ Another soft kiss. ]
Let's just enjoy the gifts while they come.
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He gives himself easily, letting himself be held closely in his arms. A finger runs down his back and instantly, all of his tension and all of his excitement washes away with it. His entire body relaxes and he just melts in his arms because right now, he isn't being held like a sword. It's too careful, it's too gentle, it's too loving and good. He's being held like a lover and he leans against him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. )
You're my favorite one.
(The one he enjoys the most. He traces lazy shapes against the back of his neck. Nuzzling against his neck, he breathes in, and lets out a content sigh.
Quietly, softly, the beginning just a breath of air against him,)
... love you.
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But isn't that what it is, to be with someone?
Aki is unaccustomed to this, unfamiliar with it, with anything beyond the bonds of family. Even that was new, and tenuous, because it makes his heart ache to think too hard about it, of all the things he had lost. Finding comfort with Denji, with Power, and now with Tsurumaru...
He feels at peace, for the first time in many, many years.
Leaning in, his lips curl, kissing the corner of Tsurumaru's mouth, sweet and gentle. ]
You're mine, too.
[ Touching his face, he breathes out a soft noise. ]
... Me too.