(Ruffles, layers, silk, lace, the way he'd wrapped himself around Aki as he worked him. The rush of heat, the excitement, the high, the way he'd become so undone under him. The memories all come back and his heart begins to race with excitement.
Again. He wants it and he rocks his hips forward, pressing himself against him.)
Is that so?
(He hums and turns to allow more access to his skin. To him. )
[ Aki had enjoyed taking care of him last time, had enjoy the hot and heavy feel of Tsurumaru in his hand and the breathless sounds he’d made - he wants that again, in the soft light of the hotel lamps, his edges softened by the care and tenderness. He wants this man, desire pooling in him, hot and heavy, and when he glances up his eyes are dark.
His heart is beating too fast in his chest. The affection might be enough to run rampant, but he holds himself at bay.
Slowly, leaning in, he kisses Tsuru again, long and slow and deep, drawing it out. One hand explodes as he does, stroking over his chest to find his waist and hips, needing and wanting even as he finds the confidence to speak, to use his words. ]
(Long, deep, and maddeningly slow; he keeps with Aki, torn between enjoying the moment and the want for more. This is their first time since the end of spring and they should enjoy it. He wants to enjoy it. He just wants it and every now and then, there are breaks in his discipline, when his tongue searches for more and each time, he tries to reel himself back in, tries to keep as much of his composure as he can right now.
(No matter what, he thinks, he wants to be the best for Aki.)
Fingers brush at the back of Aki's neck, fingernails gently scratching against skin, at the collar of his robe, tugging, tugging... )
Ah-
(He nips at Aki when he speaks and when he looks up at him. He's still him. Still in control. It's in his eyes, pale gold through his lashes, the center round and dilated in the dimly lit light of the hotel. It isn't like it was before, when he'd come undone under him, eyes constricted to reveal a little more of his true, inhuman nature.)
Don't you know? (Bringing one hand down to place over Aki's, guiding it down the cotton t-shirt. When he gets to the end, his pinky hooks around the end of the cloth, inviting him under. Voice low, just for him,) You can see me.
I like-- (Voice catching for just a second. Close. That was close. ) I like when you touch me. When you take care of me.
(Heart racing, excitement building. This is what he was afraid of. Words are powerful. The moment you say it, the meanings become real and he whines.)
Ah... Because I'm only looking at you. Isn't that right, Tsuru?
[ Aki's hand follows that given trail, lets himself stroke up and along, chasing the shape of his body, soft, warm skin, heat under his palm. He gazes at Tsurumaru in breathless wonder, tilting his head in to steal another kiss, to slide their mouths together and devour him. It feels good - it feels right - and he can't help the low, breathless sound he makes, unable to swallow his own want and desire.
It's impossible to resist him, impossible not to want him, especially with his heart pounding as hard as it is.
Careful, Aki's mouth adjusts and goes to his neck, nuzzling in there as his fingers begin to explore higher. They trace muscle and ribcage, shoulder, collarbone, across nipples to touch and tease, to see if it's an enjoyable feeling or one he'd rather not experience again.
Aki wants to learn it all. ]
I want to touch you... Take care of you. I want you to feel good.
[ Tsuru likes it when Aki takes care of him... It makes him shiver. Oh, he does want to take care of him.
Pushing up his shirt, Aki leans down to start kissing his skin. ]
(He hums in agreement and he sighs into him. Even if his taste is different, it feels the same. They've kissed enough times that he knows how to welcome him, how to devour him. He feels him moan and he practically croons in response. More. Even if it costs him his very last breath, he wants more. Selfishly, he wants more when Aki pulls away, when he slips down, and he turns his neck, baring himself. He shudders as he catches his breath, as he feels him dance across his body.
No frills, no lace, no expensive kimono; without any layers, Aki will find that he's definitely able to get a better feel of Tsurumaru. He's much smaller without all of his bulk and when he's brought down from his larger than life attitude. Perhaps unsurprisingly, he's slender and lightweight. Not weak, but delicate, not plain, but graceful.
He holds his breath as he feels him trace his chest, as he teases his nipples, and it's like he's just holding his breath. Waiting for more. Ready for more. He doesn't let go until he feels skin against skin. He has to lean back, brace himself, chest out, back curved as he offers himself to him. His senses feel sharper, painfully aware of every touch but his head feels dizzy and he only has breathless longing.
Something is being asked and how is he supposed to answer? He looks down, eyes hazy and gods his imagination runs as he considers Aki down in front of him and he shudders with anticipation, )
You're... (He wants to laugh. In fact, he does,) Even now... hah.
(Even now, he takes care of him. Treats him well. Respects him. Gives him a choice when he could just take him now.)
However you want! (More seriously, lowly,)Aki.
I would let you take me. (His own hand comes to his waist, tugging at the band. He stretches his leg out, deliberately, slowly,) Devour me.
(Fuck me, he wants to say, but he tries-- tries so hard-- to keep himself together. To be so good for him.)
(... And once he's laid on his back, he bends a knee. The fabric of his kimono slips away and cool skin rubs against Aki's thigh. Sighing, whining, there's no reason to hold back now,)
[ The overwhelming feeling of being wanted has taken Aki over, and he watches Tsurumaru with dark, soft eyes as he leans back, making himself comfortable. Their futons are placed together, their bodies following along, and Aki feels himself warming as he leans down to press their mouths together, searching and wanting. ]
You're beautiful.
[ Aki's mouth trails down and along, following the shape of Tsurumaru's jawline, to his neck, to press kisses there and offer his affection. ]
(He tilts his head up to brush his nose against Aki's and then it's like a switch is flipped. He digs his fingers into the back of Aki's shoulders, nails blunted by the fabric of the kimono. Eagerly, greedily, he tastes Aki, teeth scraping and nipping at his mouth when he pulls away to speak.
Beautiful. He knows he's beautiful. It isn't a surprise. And yet, when Aki praises him, he feels so proud. It's different with him because for him, he knows he's more than just a beautiful thing. He's cherished. Treasured. So loved.)
Even-- (Oh, he stops just short, feeling him against his throat. He sighs pleasantly, tilting his head back, baring the thin, white flash of sensitive skin. It shouldn't be surprising that his neck is so sensitive. He is, after all, a crane.) Even like this?
(He lets go of him, bringing one hand to the side of his head and the other to the collar of his kimono, posing openly for him against the blankets. He looks up with half-lidded eyes, a perfectly mischievous, flirtatious smile on his face. Chest out, one hand, his fingers beckon him to come closer while his other hand pulls away at his collar, teasingly, revealing a little more skin.)
Would you still like me... (Sliding his knee between Aki's legs,) Even if I wasn't beautiful?
If I became undone? (Slowly,) If I was graceless? (Higher,) If I wasn't sweet?
[ They like each other, they like each other, it keeps running through Aki's mind and making him feel as if he's going crazy, losing control completely at the knowledge that his feelings are completely, perfectly returned. Tsurumaru likes him back, this is real, it's real, his heart beating wildly in his chest and making him feel as if his happiness is exploding out of him.
There's nothing he can do about it other than sink into the man below him, grabbing at him as if they're a lifeline for one another.
The urge to leave little marks on the soft skin of Tsurumaru's neck is tempting, wanting to leave little marks against the warmth there, and Aki scrapes his teeth before he's forced to lean back and pay attention to the sweet words coming out of his boyfriend - maybe he can think that now? - his boyfriend's mouth. His chest is smooth, pretty, and Aki's hand (the human one) strokes down along the centre of it, to rest just where his ribs are.
Perfect. He's perfect. ]
I'd like you no matter what shape you took. [ He rocks against the leg pushing up between his own, grinding his hardening cock against the shape of his delightful partner's body, eyes dark. His hair is falling around him, sticking to his skin as it starts to sweat, and he breathes out sharply. ]
Graceless, undone, sour, bitter... Anything you were, I'd like you. Whatever happened, I'd like you.
(If he asked, he'd reply boyfriend doesn't sound right. They're more than friends. This isn't some innocent boyish love. It's mature, intimate, and explicitly between two men. They fancy each other, they spend time together openly, they rendezvous in secret, and they go to each other's residences to court one another. They're lovers. They're lovers until they become formally bonded.
He gasps, shivering at feel of teeth on soft flesh. If he marked him now, he would wear his favorite color. The only way he can live up to his namesake is if he colors himself red. If not with the blood of his enemies than he'll gladly settle for marks from his lover. He holds his breath, so full and hot with anticipation under his touch.
Licking his lips, he begins to shift under Aki, humping as he feels himself grow hot and hard with every word, every touch, every moment. Aki is hard too. He can feel his weight grinding against him. More. More. He wants more and he just remembers.
The dim lights of a hotel room, Aki down in front of him, on his knees looking up at him so hotly. Ah, how the situation feels reversed now.
Tell me to do it. Tell me, and I'll give you everything you ask for.
But in other ways, it's still the same. He whines, voice cutting through the room and he demands, he pleads, )
Fuck me.
(No flourishings, no poetry, no dancing around. Direct, bold, audacious, )
I don't care how! (Voice rising with all of him, his hips, his hardening cock,) Aki! I've wanted you all day.
(And he's tried his best to be so pretty and well behaved all day. He's tried so hard and now he can't bear it.)
(He lies backs slowly, keeping his eyes on Aki as he falls back. It's the sort of look that says everything that needs to be said without words. It's the type of look that closes distance and brings the other close; intimate. Soft but intense, bright and glowing with heat.
He can't help but smile as he tosses his head back. )
And tear me apart.
(Lying back on their futon, he spreads his arms; open and vulnerable. He can barely see Aki at the end of his vision. He seems so far away like this and his heart yearns for him to come closer,)
I'll be your gift today. (Fittingly, for White Day.) Because I love you, Aki. I really, really love you.
[ It's impossible to take his eyes of Tsurumaru, gaze stuck as he leans back, spread open and waiting for Aki to come and take his gift. It's a delightful present, wonderful and alluring, and he's captivated as he chases after him, leaning down to brush a kiss against his jaw, his neck, teasing and soft.
He's not going to say this is a memorised dance, or one that he knows better than anything in the world, but it is familiar, and his body moves on instinct, without thinking too much. His fingers slide up and along Tsurumaru's clothes, prepared to reach out and strip him down, to bare his soft skin to him.
It makes his cheeks heat with warmth, flushed, even more so when Tsuru breathes out his love and affection too. ]
I love you, too.
[ Leaning closer, he nudge their noses again. ]
I'm going to take this off. [ Tugging the fabric covering Tsurumaru's chest. ] Then I want you to lift your arms for me.
(It's the same old, same old, but there's nothing wrong with that. No, in fact, when it's Aki, he loves how reliable he is. It's exactly what he expects and he wouldn't want anything else. His legs bend, bracing himself as he tries to chase his kisses, as he turns to give Aki more access to his body but stays still enough to let his lover explore the familiar shape of his body.
He sighs, he laughs, and his heart pounds in his chest. He wonders if Aki can feel it under his fingertips. Tilting his head up, his mouth just barely misses Aki's instead, kissing his jaw once, twice, and then air.)
Hah... (Nodding,) One second.
(His eyes flicker, a tell-tale sign that he's using his cyber implant to do something but what isn't quite clear.
He lifts himself up, chest out, back arching slightly to make it easier for Aki to slip his robe off. It's a more casual version of his usual dress, much easier to strip down and peel away the layers. When Aki does, he might be surprised by the final layer-- thin, delicate, fine lace as part of a set barely tied together with ribbons from his chest down to his thighs. It may not look familiar given the restrictions they were under before but he might recognize the feel. He might remember a time at base, Tsurumaru pressed against the wall, wrapping a leg around him as Aki reaches under layers upon layers of frill and lace to feel him in his hand.
His face is flushed, cheeks glowing pink with warmth. He can't help but be a little shy, a little modest once he's been revealed and laid bare. Softly,)
... Do you remember? (Their first time? He laughs fondly,) It's almost been a year.
(Just a couple more months, really. But look at them now.)
He's not sure what he ought to say about it, that flush moment when he had been so completely obsessed with Tsurumaru, when all he had wanted to do was touch him, stoke fingers over his body, feel the change in texture between skin and lace and silk... Neo Tokyo had given him a gift that day, and it seems as if Tsurumaru is determined to replicate it in front of him right now.
Eyes widen, and his touch becomes explorative, curious, tracing the shape of the ribbons and the lace. It's beautiful in design, but it's made all the more beautiful because it's Tsurumaru himself wearing it. Aki is obsessed with him, desperate to touch him more, to draw out those soft sighs and sweet noises, and he has to force himself to stay as calm as possible.
Leaning down, fingers surging to stroke against Tsurumaru's hip and trace the shape of his thighs, he groans softly and leans in, unable to resist the urge to bite at his lover's neck, to layer kiss after kiss over his skin. ]
(That's exactly the type of reaction he was hoping for and he breaks into a smile, proud and utterly content with himself. He can relax a little more, knowing that he's done well.
He can't completely relax, though; not when Aki's hands trace him like this. Sometimes it tickles and he giggles lightly. As his fingers run along the soft, sensitive skin of his stomach, along his sides, his laughter becomes more breathy, even gasping at times like when he feels him trace his thigh.
Hah, hah, ah, ah, aaah.
Small sounds, gradually growing louder until he lets out a sharp, sweet moan when he feels teeth against his neck. His entire body reacts, going tense from surprise and arms immediately wrapping around Aki's shoulders, pulling him in closer. Like a wave, he rolls his hips, raising himself for Aki. Through the thin, delicate fabric of the silk and lace of his underwear, he can feel a heat forming, growing.
He breathes, )
More, please.
(More, more, more, they've started and there's no going back now. He would beg if Aki made him. While his hands are still free, he clings to him, nails pressing against the fabric of his clothes, his skin safe from the worst of his scratches.)
( Bending at his knee, gently pressing against his crotch, Tsurumaru smiles up at Aki, eyes lidded, eyelashes fluttering prettily for him as his fingers hook around the waistline of his pants, his thumb rubbing against his skin, )
Beautiful. ( His eyes, the way his hair falls so perfectly around his face, ) Handsome. ( His face, his body, the way he stands in front of him, ) Mine.
( And he laughs lightly, vaguely aware of how ridiculous all of this is but not caring. It might even be a little exciting right now. Even if they're away and somewhere private, it isn't completely private, is it? Someone could find them at any moment and while that would usually keep him mindful and reserved, right now, it almost feels exciting, )
[ It's not strange, necessarily, to see Tsurumaru slide into this, to see his husband reach for him and hold him so sweetly, but it does make his cheeks burn a little, utterly enamoured. Something is running through hi now, and his eyes are dark, cheeks red, chasing that feeling and that sensation.
He yearns, but he doesn't have to. Tsurumaru is right here.
They're not leaving one another.
Almost shivering at those soft, careful words, Aki leans up, chasing his mouth. ]
I want you.
[ Soft, quiet, breathless. ]
Use me however you like. I'm yours, Tsuru. Everything I have belongs to you.
[ Aki leans in, their bodies pressed close, fingers searching and reaching, stroking against the curve of Tsurumaru's hip without hesitation or abandon.
Adoration, love, need, desire - it's all there. He can't hide it. ]
I'll always kiss you that way. I want everyone to know that you're mine.
[ A hard kiss follows, biting, his teeth scraping against Tsuru's lip before he goes to his neck, biting there, too. ]
( He laughs just as he moves in. At the same time, he wraps his hand around Aki's cock, his hold careful but firm as he pulls it free for him to grasp fully.
Rocking his hips forward, chasing his touch as he handles Aki sweetly, pressing his thumb against the tip, so gentle he's almost teasing. Then slowly, deliberately, he begins to stroke, trying to set a rhythm just as he bites down. His body tenses, his hand jerks, his hold a little harder as he moans his name in response,)
Aki. ( And again. Steady, rough, moaning, slowing, resuming, ) More.
( His teeth are sharp but he knows Aki would never hurt him. He can never hurt him. This isn't pain but pleasure and he wants more, more, more. )
( When the party is over and the guests have scattered back into the shadows, it's time for everyone to clean up and make their exits, too. The night has become too exciting and its gone on long enough so it's time for things to wrap up before they draw attention they otherwise wouldn't want.
Tsurumaru waves his good byes to some of his friends, calling out to them to get home safely or to not have too much fun depending on their mood. He knows exactly who he's looking for though, as he slips through the crowd of exiting guests and find Aki at the bar. He wraps his arm around Aki's metal arm and calls out to the bartender, )
One more before we leave. ( The bartender raises their brow. ) Please?
( Well, if Tsurumaru asked nicely... and also maybe transfers a few kryptos over as a nice tip... okay, fine, the bartender begins to throw some drinks together quickly for the both of them. He uses whatever is running out so he can empty out the bottles for good and slides both of them their glasses before making a point to close Tsurumaru's tab once and for all.
One looks sweet and fruity while the other seems to be... much plainer? It's sake with a wedge of lemon and the last bits of some liqueur. It's the same sake Tsurumaru has been drinking all night so he reaches for that one, holding it up to Aki for cheers, )
There had been a little tension from his general irritation of Muramasa existing around swords and Silco offering him cold drinks, but generally it's been fine. He's had no reason to complain, and it's been a good distraction from how difficult the trip to Sendai had been and the emotional weight of returning and knowing things won't be the same. Everything between him and Denji will remain sharp and painful, and his heart aches when he thinks about it.
So he tries not to.
Leaning into Tsurumaru is instinct, makes him happy, and he hums softly as he nods his head.
One more.
Tapping their drinks together, he lets the glasses make a soft noise before he lifts his own to his mouth and takes a long swallow, expression settling into its usual warmth - the kind that is reserved mostly for Tsurumaru these days. ]
( One more for the road. One more to wrap up the night. And then they can return to the base, freshen up, and rest after a job well done. )
I love parties.
( He really does. He may be distant and flighty at times but the truth is, he's a sociable and friendly person. He thrives in social settings and handles them easily.
Taking a sip from his own glass, he smiles back at Aki. It's different from the smile he'd had just a second ago, when he was excited about the gala. Now, he gives Aki a warm, loving smile in turn. )
[ Aki knows a lot about Tsurumaru, now. That he loves surprises, that he's endeared by Aki being human, that he loves deeply, that there's a spot on his neck that makes him shiver and shake and that he adores his ridiculous watermelon game. He knows, too, that he loves parties, is an extrovert, likes to socialise and be around people.
He finds it more draining, but he's getting better at it, even around strangers.
Slowly, he lets one arm wrap around Tsuru as he takes more of his drink, feeling warm... But he always feels this way around his lover. ]
I'm not tired enough to need to leave right now. We can wait a little.
( He loves him. He loves Aki so much for being so human, for being so good to him, for taking such good care of him. And it makes him want to return everything. All of his love, all of his affection, all of his care, everything. If he's a crane, he'll make sure to return everything a thousand times over.
He scoots over a little more, settling against Aki's side and just enjoying how close they are. This had all started off as an assignment but now, it feels more like a date and he finds himself smiling into his glass, )
The base is so far from here... would you like to call a taxi? Or we could go for a walk together.
( It's so late, he can only imagine the convenience stores and some of the bars would be open now so its not like they can really stop by anywhere along the way.)
I wonder what's open this late....
( And he laughs a little to himself, )
Ah, well! I don't mind spending the night with you.
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(Ruffles, layers, silk, lace, the way he'd wrapped himself around Aki as he worked him. The rush of heat, the excitement, the high, the way he'd become so undone under him. The memories all come back and his heart begins to race with excitement.
Again. He wants it and he rocks his hips forward, pressing himself against him.)
Is that so?
(He hums and turns to allow more access to his skin. To him. )
Let's have fun.
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[ Aki had enjoyed taking care of him last time, had enjoy the hot and heavy feel of Tsurumaru in his hand and the breathless sounds he’d made - he wants that again, in the soft light of the hotel lamps, his edges softened by the care and tenderness. He wants this man, desire pooling in him, hot and heavy, and when he glances up his eyes are dark.
His heart is beating too fast in his chest. The affection might be enough to run rampant, but he holds himself at bay.
Slowly, leaning in, he kisses Tsuru again, long and slow and deep, drawing it out. One hand explodes as he does, stroking over his chest to find his waist and hips, needing and wanting even as he finds the confidence to speak, to use his words. ]
I want to see you, this time. All of you.
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(No matter what, he thinks, he wants to be the best for Aki.)
Fingers brush at the back of Aki's neck, fingernails gently scratching against skin, at the collar of his robe, tugging, tugging... )
Ah-
(He nips at Aki when he speaks and when he looks up at him. He's still him. Still in control. It's in his eyes, pale gold through his lashes, the center round and dilated in the dimly lit light of the hotel. It isn't like it was before, when he'd come undone under him, eyes constricted to reveal a little more of his true, inhuman nature.)
Don't you know? (Bringing one hand down to place over Aki's, guiding it down the cotton t-shirt. When he gets to the end, his pinky hooks around the end of the cloth, inviting him under. Voice low, just for him,) You can see me.
I like-- (Voice catching for just a second. Close. That was close. ) I like when you touch me. When you take care of me.
(Heart racing, excitement building. This is what he was afraid of. Words are powerful. The moment you say it, the meanings become real and he whines.)
Take me again.
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[ Aki's hand follows that given trail, lets himself stroke up and along, chasing the shape of his body, soft, warm skin, heat under his palm. He gazes at Tsurumaru in breathless wonder, tilting his head in to steal another kiss, to slide their mouths together and devour him. It feels good - it feels right - and he can't help the low, breathless sound he makes, unable to swallow his own want and desire.
It's impossible to resist him, impossible not to want him, especially with his heart pounding as hard as it is.
Careful, Aki's mouth adjusts and goes to his neck, nuzzling in there as his fingers begin to explore higher. They trace muscle and ribcage, shoulder, collarbone, across nipples to touch and tease, to see if it's an enjoyable feeling or one he'd rather not experience again.
Aki wants to learn it all. ]
I want to touch you... Take care of you. I want you to feel good.
[ Tsuru likes it when Aki takes care of him... It makes him shiver. Oh, he does want to take care of him.
Pushing up his shirt, Aki leans down to start kissing his skin. ]
My hand? Or my mouth, Tsuru?
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(He hums in agreement and he sighs into him. Even if his taste is different, it feels the same. They've kissed enough times that he knows how to welcome him, how to devour him. He feels him moan and he practically croons in response. More. Even if it costs him his very last breath, he wants more. Selfishly, he wants more when Aki pulls away, when he slips down, and he turns his neck, baring himself. He shudders as he catches his breath, as he feels him dance across his body.
No frills, no lace, no expensive kimono; without any layers, Aki will find that he's definitely able to get a better feel of Tsurumaru. He's much smaller without all of his bulk and when he's brought down from his larger than life attitude. Perhaps unsurprisingly, he's slender and lightweight. Not weak, but delicate, not plain, but graceful.
He holds his breath as he feels him trace his chest, as he teases his nipples, and it's like he's just holding his breath. Waiting for more. Ready for more. He doesn't let go until he feels skin against skin. He has to lean back, brace himself, chest out, back curved as he offers himself to him. His senses feel sharper, painfully aware of every touch but his head feels dizzy and he only has breathless longing.
Something is being asked and how is he supposed to answer? He looks down, eyes hazy and gods his imagination runs as he considers Aki down in front of him and he shudders with anticipation, )
You're... (He wants to laugh. In fact, he does,) Even now... hah.
(Even now, he takes care of him. Treats him well. Respects him. Gives him a choice when he could just take him now.)
However you want! (More seriously, lowly,) Aki.
I would let you take me. (His own hand comes to his waist, tugging at the band. He stretches his leg out, deliberately, slowly,) Devour me.
(Fuck me, he wants to say, but he tries-- tries so hard-- to keep himself together. To be so good for him.)
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(... And once he's laid on his back, he bends a knee. The fabric of his kimono slips away and cool skin rubs against Aki's thigh. Sighing, whining, there's no reason to hold back now,)
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You're beautiful.
[ Aki's mouth trails down and along, following the shape of Tsurumaru's jawline, to his neck, to press kisses there and offer his affection. ]
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Beautiful. He knows he's beautiful. It isn't a surprise. And yet, when Aki praises him, he feels so proud. It's different with him because for him, he knows he's more than just a beautiful thing. He's cherished. Treasured. So loved.)
Even-- (Oh, he stops just short, feeling him against his throat. He sighs pleasantly, tilting his head back, baring the thin, white flash of sensitive skin. It shouldn't be surprising that his neck is so sensitive. He is, after all, a crane.) Even like this?
(He lets go of him, bringing one hand to the side of his head and the other to the collar of his kimono, posing openly for him against the blankets. He looks up with half-lidded eyes, a perfectly mischievous, flirtatious smile on his face. Chest out, one hand, his fingers beckon him to come closer while his other hand pulls away at his collar, teasingly, revealing a little more skin.)
Would you still like me... (Sliding his knee between Aki's legs,) Even if I wasn't beautiful?
If I became undone? (Slowly,) If I was graceless? (Higher,) If I wasn't sweet?
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There's nothing he can do about it other than sink into the man below him, grabbing at him as if they're a lifeline for one another.
The urge to leave little marks on the soft skin of Tsurumaru's neck is tempting, wanting to leave little marks against the warmth there, and Aki scrapes his teeth before he's forced to lean back and pay attention to the sweet words coming out of his boyfriend - maybe he can think that now? - his boyfriend's mouth. His chest is smooth, pretty, and Aki's hand (the human one) strokes down along the centre of it, to rest just where his ribs are.
Perfect. He's perfect. ]
I'd like you no matter what shape you took. [ He rocks against the leg pushing up between his own, grinding his hardening cock against the shape of his delightful partner's body, eyes dark. His hair is falling around him, sticking to his skin as it starts to sweat, and he breathes out sharply. ]
Graceless, undone, sour, bitter... Anything you were, I'd like you. Whatever happened, I'd like you.
[ Cheeks hot and warm, Aki breathes out. ]
I want you, Tsuru. My Tsuru.
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He gasps, shivering at feel of teeth on soft flesh. If he marked him now, he would wear his favorite color. The only way he can live up to his namesake is if he colors himself red. If not with the blood of his enemies than he'll gladly settle for marks from his lover. He holds his breath, so full and hot with anticipation under his touch.
Licking his lips, he begins to shift under Aki, humping as he feels himself grow hot and hard with every word, every touch, every moment. Aki is hard too. He can feel his weight grinding against him. More. More. He wants more and he just remembers.
The dim lights of a hotel room, Aki down in front of him, on his knees looking up at him so hotly. Ah, how the situation feels reversed now.
Tell me to do it. Tell me, and I'll give you everything you ask for.
But in other ways, it's still the same. He whines, voice cutting through the room and he demands, he pleads, )
Fuck me.
(No flourishings, no poetry, no dancing around. Direct, bold, audacious, )
I don't care how! (Voice rising with all of him, his hips, his hardening cock,) Aki! I've wanted you all day.
(And he's tried his best to be so pretty and well behaved all day. He's tried so hard and now he can't bear it.)
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(He lies backs slowly, keeping his eyes on Aki as he falls back. It's the sort of look that says everything that needs to be said without words. It's the type of look that closes distance and brings the other close; intimate. Soft but intense, bright and glowing with heat.
He can't help but smile as he tosses his head back. )
And tear me apart.
(Lying back on their futon, he spreads his arms; open and vulnerable. He can barely see Aki at the end of his vision. He seems so far away like this and his heart yearns for him to come closer,)
I'll be your gift today. (Fittingly, for White Day.) Because I love you, Aki. I really, really love you.
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He's not going to say this is a memorised dance, or one that he knows better than anything in the world, but it is familiar, and his body moves on instinct, without thinking too much. His fingers slide up and along Tsurumaru's clothes, prepared to reach out and strip him down, to bare his soft skin to him.
It makes his cheeks heat with warmth, flushed, even more so when Tsuru breathes out his love and affection too. ]
I love you, too.
[ Leaning closer, he nudge their noses again. ]
I'm going to take this off. [ Tugging the fabric covering Tsurumaru's chest. ] Then I want you to lift your arms for me.
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He sighs, he laughs, and his heart pounds in his chest. He wonders if Aki can feel it under his fingertips. Tilting his head up, his mouth just barely misses Aki's instead, kissing his jaw once, twice, and then air.)
Hah... (Nodding,) One second.
(His eyes flicker, a tell-tale sign that he's using his cyber implant to do something but what isn't quite clear.
He lifts himself up, chest out, back arching slightly to make it easier for Aki to slip his robe off. It's a more casual version of his usual dress, much easier to strip down and peel away the layers. When Aki does, he might be surprised by the final layer-- thin, delicate, fine lace as part of a set barely tied together with ribbons from his chest down to his thighs. It may not look familiar given the restrictions they were under before but he might recognize the feel. He might remember a time at base, Tsurumaru pressed against the wall, wrapping a leg around him as Aki reaches under layers upon layers of frill and lace to feel him in his hand.
His face is flushed, cheeks glowing pink with warmth. He can't help but be a little shy, a little modest once he's been revealed and laid bare. Softly,)
... Do you remember? (Their first time? He laughs fondly,) It's almost been a year.
(Just a couple more months, really. But look at them now.)
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He's not sure what he ought to say about it, that flush moment when he had been so completely obsessed with Tsurumaru, when all he had wanted to do was touch him, stoke fingers over his body, feel the change in texture between skin and lace and silk... Neo Tokyo had given him a gift that day, and it seems as if Tsurumaru is determined to replicate it in front of him right now.
Eyes widen, and his touch becomes explorative, curious, tracing the shape of the ribbons and the lace. It's beautiful in design, but it's made all the more beautiful because it's Tsurumaru himself wearing it. Aki is obsessed with him, desperate to touch him more, to draw out those soft sighs and sweet noises, and he has to force himself to stay as calm as possible.
Leaning down, fingers surging to stroke against Tsurumaru's hip and trace the shape of his thighs, he groans softly and leans in, unable to resist the urge to bite at his lover's neck, to layer kiss after kiss over his skin. ]
I remember. How could I forget?
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He can't completely relax, though; not when Aki's hands trace him like this. Sometimes it tickles and he giggles lightly. As his fingers run along the soft, sensitive skin of his stomach, along his sides, his laughter becomes more breathy, even gasping at times like when he feels him trace his thigh.
Hah, hah, ah, ah, aaah.
Small sounds, gradually growing louder until he lets out a sharp, sweet moan when he feels teeth against his neck. His entire body reacts, going tense from surprise and arms immediately wrapping around Aki's shoulders, pulling him in closer. Like a wave, he rolls his hips, raising himself for Aki. Through the thin, delicate fabric of the silk and lace of his underwear, he can feel a heat forming, growing.
He breathes, )
More, please.
(More, more, more, they've started and there's no going back now. He would beg if Aki made him. While his hands are still free, he clings to him, nails pressing against the fabric of his clothes, his skin safe from the worst of his scratches.)
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( Bending at his knee, gently pressing against his crotch, Tsurumaru smiles up at Aki, eyes lidded, eyelashes fluttering prettily for him as his fingers hook around the waistline of his pants, his thumb rubbing against his skin, )
Beautiful. ( His eyes, the way his hair falls so perfectly around his face, ) Handsome. ( His face, his body, the way he stands in front of him, ) Mine.
( And he laughs lightly, vaguely aware of how ridiculous all of this is but not caring. It might even be a little exciting right now. Even if they're away and somewhere private, it isn't completely private, is it? Someone could find them at any moment and while that would usually keep him mindful and reserved, right now, it almost feels exciting, )
The summer nights are short.
( Their time is limited. )
Tell me what you want. What I can give you.
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He yearns, but he doesn't have to. Tsurumaru is right here.
They're not leaving one another.
Almost shivering at those soft, careful words, Aki leans up, chasing his mouth. ]
I want you.
[ Soft, quiet, breathless. ]
Use me however you like. I'm yours, Tsuru. Everything I have belongs to you.
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( Undoing his belt, tugging at the front until it starts to become undone, )
Let me take care of you.
(Let him slip his hands inside, place his palm against the familiar shape of Aki's cock, )
Kiss me. Make me yours into tomorrow.
( Mark him so well, even if he heals, the signs will still be there the next morning.)
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[ Aki leans in, their bodies pressed close, fingers searching and reaching, stroking against the curve of Tsurumaru's hip without hesitation or abandon.
Adoration, love, need, desire - it's all there. He can't hide it. ]
I'll always kiss you that way. I want everyone to know that you're mine.
[ A hard kiss follows, biting, his teeth scraping against Tsuru's lip before he goes to his neck, biting there, too. ]
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( He laughs just as he moves in. At the same time, he wraps his hand around Aki's cock, his hold careful but firm as he pulls it free for him to grasp fully.
Rocking his hips forward, chasing his touch as he handles Aki sweetly, pressing his thumb against the tip, so gentle he's almost teasing. Then slowly, deliberately, he begins to stroke, trying to set a rhythm just as he bites down. His body tenses, his hand jerks, his hold a little harder as he moans his name in response,)
Aki. ( And again. Steady, rough, moaning, slowing, resuming, ) More.
( His teeth are sharp but he knows Aki would never hurt him. He can never hurt him. This isn't pain but pleasure and he wants more, more, more. )
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Tsurumaru waves his good byes to some of his friends, calling out to them to get home safely or to not have too much fun depending on their mood. He knows exactly who he's looking for though, as he slips through the crowd of exiting guests and find Aki at the bar. He wraps his arm around Aki's metal arm and calls out to the bartender, )
One more before we leave. ( The bartender raises their brow. ) Please?
( Well, if Tsurumaru asked nicely... and also maybe transfers a few kryptos over as a nice tip... okay, fine, the bartender begins to throw some drinks together quickly for the both of them. He uses whatever is running out so he can empty out the bottles for good and slides both of them their glasses before making a point to close Tsurumaru's tab once and for all.
One looks sweet and fruity while the other seems to be... much plainer? It's sake with a wedge of lemon and the last bits of some liqueur. It's the same sake Tsurumaru has been drinking all night so he reaches for that one, holding it up to Aki for cheers, )
Kanpai~
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There had been a little tension from his general irritation of Muramasa existing around swords and Silco offering him cold drinks, but generally it's been fine. He's had no reason to complain, and it's been a good distraction from how difficult the trip to Sendai had been and the emotional weight of returning and knowing things won't be the same. Everything between him and Denji will remain sharp and painful, and his heart aches when he thinks about it.
So he tries not to.
Leaning into Tsurumaru is instinct, makes him happy, and he hums softly as he nods his head.
One more.
Tapping their drinks together, he lets the glasses make a soft noise before he lifts his own to his mouth and takes a long swallow, expression settling into its usual warmth - the kind that is reserved mostly for Tsurumaru these days. ]
Have you had a good evening?
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I love parties.
( He really does. He may be distant and flighty at times but the truth is, he's a sociable and friendly person. He thrives in social settings and handles them easily.
Taking a sip from his own glass, he smiles back at Aki. It's different from the smile he'd had just a second ago, when he was excited about the gala. Now, he gives Aki a warm, loving smile in turn. )
Did you have fun? You aren't tired, are you?
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[ Aki knows a lot about Tsurumaru, now. That he loves surprises, that he's endeared by Aki being human, that he loves deeply, that there's a spot on his neck that makes him shiver and shake and that he adores his ridiculous watermelon game. He knows, too, that he loves parties, is an extrovert, likes to socialise and be around people.
He finds it more draining, but he's getting better at it, even around strangers.
Slowly, he lets one arm wrap around Tsuru as he takes more of his drink, feeling warm... But he always feels this way around his lover. ]
I'm not tired enough to need to leave right now. We can wait a little.
[ But... He does want to get closer. ]
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He scoots over a little more, settling against Aki's side and just enjoying how close they are. This had all started off as an assignment but now, it feels more like a date and he finds himself smiling into his glass, )
The base is so far from here... would you like to call a taxi? Or we could go for a walk together.
( It's so late, he can only imagine the convenience stores and some of the bars would be open now so its not like they can really stop by anywhere along the way.)
I wonder what's open this late....
( And he laughs a little to himself, )
Ah, well! I don't mind spending the night with you.
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