(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.)
[ Consent is, unfortunately, sexy, and having been around someone like Denji who is so easily led into doing this or that, Aki is painfully aware of how easy it is to say yes to something. There's something hedonistic and dangerous about being told that he can take, he can have, that he can devour someone as beautiful and precious as Tsurumaru, but he has to resist the urge to give into it and snatch all of that for himself.
He wants Tsurumaru, wants to mark him with kisses and claim him as his own, to press close and leave the bruise of his fingertips against his hips, but only if that's what is wanted. Aki has seen and heard enough of the worst of humanity to recognise how badly things can go.
Aki saw Denji after Himeno. He didn't think about it much then, but later...
T-shirt gone, chest to chest, they're warm and soft against one another, skin a blush of want and desire, need thrumming through Aki like a lurch. How long has it been since he felt this kind of desire? Too long, and never with the emotion to back it up, never with the utter longing that goes hand in hand with it, like if he doesn't kiss Tsurumaru then he might die.
His lips trail along his collarbone, his chest, brushing a nipple until he's moving lower and lower, to his waistband. Aki's eyes flick up, watching him. ]
... You did say devour.
[ Hands move, spreading Tsurumaru a little more, fingers sliding beneath the waistband of his clothes to tug, gently, watching his face. ]
Tell me to do it. Tell me, and I'll give you everything you ask for, Tsuru.
(It's easy to answer. It's easy to admit when they're like this. When he's like this. All he's ever had to do was simply be and he would be taken. He only ever had to be beautiful. He only ever had to be commanded and led. So it's easy to just give himself to someone else and when it's someone like Aki, someone who treats him so well and cares for him so much it's even easier.
He shivers. His heart dances. He smiles and hums, so happy and pleased. He shifts and rolls his hips, raising them ever so slightly to help Aki strip him down--
and he freezes.
Gold eyes lock with his bright blue and there's a flash of something in his eyes. Genuinely surprised, so caught off guard he's stunned. His jaw drops, mouth hanging open to respond but all that comes out is,)
I--
(He's been taken before. His history is a messy one, tainted with dishonorable acts. He'd been snatched from the grave, stolen from shrines, passed around more like a hand-me-down than a treasure. He could never say a thing. He could only ever follow. Even when the saniwa summoned him, when asked if he would serve them, he'd simply given himself over to the cause and followed every order.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga is indirect. He's flighty. He's vague. He often keeps his feelings to himself. He rarely expresses his own desires out loud. And now?
To have Aki look up at him, so full of want but still waiting for his say. For his command. It's like at the theme park, when he'd been so caught up in the rift's effects, so impulsive and inhibited and even then he'd been shown restraint. He'd been so good. He's still good.)
You're so...
(He's so surprised, he falters. He fumbles with his words and he covers his face. He covers his eyes to belatedly hide how taken aback he is. He covers his mouth to hide his smile and disbelief. Under his palm, between his fingers, he burns red with embarrassment. He can't believe this man.
Tell him. He has to tell him. He has to say it. Direct and for himself. Not in between the lines, no uncertainty, without any distance.)
... Me. (His voice is quiet. Too quiet. He tries again.) Suck me.
(So uncharacteristically modest for such a proud spirit.)
I want... (His voice trembles, his heart pounds. He wants. He wants he wants and he wants but he has to say it and he wills himself to slide his hand down from his eyes, to look down at Aki again. He feels so... flustered. So unrefined. ) I want to see you below me.
(His heart beats in his chest and he silently pleads for Aki to please let his audacious words be right. )
It's delicious, seeing a man fall apart for him. It's heady, watching as his words sink in, watching as the man in front of him reacts.
It's too good. He doesn't know what to do with himself. Aki doesn't know what to think other than this, and he breathes out.
It's perfect. This is perfect, Tsurumaru is perfect, and his expression is dark and intense as he licks his lips. ]
Tsuru...
[ Leaning in, Aki nuzzles at his hips, pressing idle kisses to the skin as he tugs the trousers down, to let them slide. His body moves with them, slipping off the bed to drop to his knees, unconcerned about kneeling in worship at the shrine, the mantle of this man.
Aki likes him. Aki likes him so much.
At least this is something more familiar, more recognisable than the confusion of his own feelings, because the way that two bodies work together is an intimate knowledge for him. He has been with people before, enough that he has the skill to back up the promises that he's making - as if Tsuru might disbelieve him. As if he would question what Aki offered.
Cheeks warm, flushed, body flooded with anticipation and desire, a burning need that thrums through him, Aki presses a kiss to Tsurumaru's thigh, his other hand stroking up against the soft, soft skin. His thumb presses into the skin there, even as his mouth moves higher and higher, teasing, tempting.
It's good. Tsurumaru is so good.
His hand finally wraps around Tsurumaru's cock, thumb pressing into the tip of him gently, even as he hums a pleased noise. Fingers move up and down, a tease before his mouth gets involved, dark eyes watching Tsurumaru's face before he breathes out a soft noise. ]
You are beautiful. Tsuru... My -
[ He stops himself. My Tsuru. But it's not - it's - hm.
He shakes his head, focusing, pressing a kiss where cock meets hip, desperate for the hot, heat of him.
I have you, he thinks, I have you, beautiful and perfect and hot, stunning, cock like tempered steel, an irony he can't ignore.
A little more teasing, he thinks, a little more nudging and pushing forward, and then perhaps he'll give in to his own desperate desires. ]
Everything suddenly feels so sensitive. More than it should. More than he'd ever expect. He's stripped down to nothing but it feels like nothing compared to how exposed he feels from his words. He holds his face, covering his mouth and bites on his knuckle. He lets out a shuddered breath and every part of him tenses with anticipation.
He has Aki down on his knees below him and... it's like he'd said. It's what he said he wanted. He starts to whisper but what comes out instead is a soft whine. Sensitive. He's so, so sensitive and he feels so hard already. He's barely even been touched and he feels like he's on fire.
Because of him, he thinks through the haze and he pulls his hand away from his face to twist fingers into the sheets, to brace himself when he already feels like he could become so completely undone. No, he already is.
Beautiful. He thinks he's beautiful? Like this? Undone and going mad, weak and so vulnerable. Before he can process anymore, he mewls, soft and needy, shifting to chase more of this feeling and then lets out another whine, louder, desperate, )
Teasing me... (He's being teased and it's maddening and he manages to flash an audacious smile at him, ) You have a lot of nerve...!
(And he laughs breathily. He can't keep up his act.)
Keep going. (And his cock twitches. It feels good to give commands, especially when he knows he can be rewarded. Raising a hand, he stretches to just barely brush Aki's cheek, down his jawline, ) I know what you can do with that mouth of yours.
(He's felt it plenty by now.
And there it is in his eyes. Shining brightly in the dimly lit room, burning like a gold flame, pupils constricted into narrow slits, his true nature revealing itself just 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.)
[ The intensity of his feeling makes him burn, his cheeks red and the heat flooding his body. Aki feels overwhelmed, suddenly, his gaze flickering over Tsurumaru's body, the stretch of his skin, the warmth of his body and how beautiful he is. It makes him feel a different kind of alive, as if his veins are flooded with endorphins and excitement, and his cock is hard, twitching between his legs.
He's wearing a yukata. It'll be obvious to Tsurumaru that he's into this, that he wants him so desperately, but he doesn't care. He doesn't care if Tsurumaru can see it, because it's all for him, just for him, and Aki is going to give into it without pause, without hesitation, because he adores him.
Arms bracketing the other man's head, he leans down, sliding their mouths together again, biting his mouth and grinding into him, deliberate, seeking it out.
The request has Aki groaning against Tsurumaru's skin, hesitating there and breathing out against his jaw, his neck, shivering a little as he gives himself a moment to shove himself together, to stop himself from going utterly crazy from how much he wants him. He feels so painfully desperate, so painfully needy, and he shifts to start to push the fabric away from his lover's body, unable to hide his enthusiasm. ]
Anything.
[ Shifting, Aki slots himself between Tsurumaru's legs, tugging him close even as he tries to focus, to keep himself in control. He doesn't care how, he wants him, and it sounds like honey to his ears, making him close his eyes a moment to breathe out a sharp sound. ]
I'll take care of you. You've been so good, Tsuru...
[ His hands drift down, stroking over his chest, his hips, thumbs pressing in as he gazes at him, adoring. ]
(Aki scans him and Tsurumaru's flash as they make impatient eye contact. Aki might be able to catch that familiar look in his eye, bright, wild, excited, and burning with heat. Dizzy, his usually sharp mind focused on a single thing when he reaches up to grab the front collar of his robe, pulling the front from his obi. )
Ah.
(Maybe it's because he's a sword. This is love. They're making love. But he wants to fight. He doesn't want to be bested easily. He nips back at Aki's mouth, perhaps with a little more edge than he should. He's been here before, there's no need to take it slow and explore, not when he already knows what he wants, tongues dancing as he hums and muses pleasantly.
Cool air touches bare skin and he looks down. Their robes are a mess now, riding up and coming more undone with each deliberate move. His eyes linger. He's like this because of him. They're like this because of each other.
He positions himself for Aki, long and nimble legs spreading and bracing either side. Pulled closer, he yelps with surprise and reaches to wrap one arms around him once more, slipping under the collar of Aki's kimono, hooking around him.
He'll take care of him. He's been good. Simple promises and simple praises but for something like him, it's all he wants to be. Taken care of, the perfect sword for one person alone, adored at someone's side, held in loving hands,)
I'll still surprise you. (It's a threat. It's a promise.) But for you... (He mewls, ) I can try.
(He can be good for him. Maybe that's why now, he tries to show some restraint. His chest rises and falls with heavy, controlled breaths. His skin tingles and he trembles when Aki's hands brush across his nipples, down the soft flesh of his stomach.
Lowly,)
Aki. (Batting his lashes, smiling demurely as he asks sweetly with edge,) Please?
[ They come together less like lightning and the crash of thunder, and more with the tenderness of the tide on the beach, rolling waves over the sand. Bodies drawn together, skin warm and flushed as they touch, skin sliding, mouths touching, and it feels so perfect. It makes Aki's heart burn, it makes him yearn for more, makes him want to offer all the kinds of worship that he can muster.
What would make him good enough? What would make this good enough for Tsurumaru? Nothing in his mind registers as being just perfect enough for this man, but he wants to try.
Aki has never wanted to try this hard at something sweet and romantic before. Quick, casual fucks after a mission, desperate reminders of surviving and being alive, they don't compare to this. They could never compare to the strange, uncertain feeling of tumbling into bed with someone who cares about him in return, dragging his heart with him.
Swallowing, he trails his mouth down, kissing his neck, his collarbone, tongue flicking over a nipple, curling over his stomach, deliberately teasing along his hip. He doesn't want to wait, not when Tsurumaru is offering himself, baring himself, and explorative fingers begin to touch and tease.
Surprise him, love him, cherish him - Aki wants it all, jealous and possessive and needy all at once. ]
You don't have to beg. I promised, I'll take care of you.
[ A kiss to his hip, and then he's hesitating, looking around. He could lean in and just take Tsurumaru into his mouth, worship him, but he wants more than that. He wants to jealously keep this for himself, to join with him in the joy of their holiday together, wrapped warmly in their love and affection.
Leaning back, he leans over for his bag. So what if he was prepared? ]
(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.)
[ They've spent enough time together that Aki can assume and estimate what Tsuru might want from him, how they're going to move and flow together, but the surprise is an exciting, wonderful change all the same. The fact that they've learned one another's desires, what pleases each other, what makes one another happy... It makes him feel a burst of warmth and affection alongside the familiar heat of desire.
Fingers keep touching, keep exploring, and Tsuru makes such sweet noises for him that all he can do is give him what he wants. More, he asks, and Aki breathes out, leaning in to kiss him sweetly, to kiss him gently, before he succumbs to his own want. The kiss comes harder, a little more intense, delicious and perfect, and his hands begin to do what he wants.
Angling Tsurumaru's leg, he rocks himself forward, grinding his growing erection against Tsurumaru, the fabric of his trousers not good enough against what he knows is the sweet sensation of lace and silk. It's frustrating, leaning back and breathing out, gazing down at his lover, his fiancé, with warmth and tenderness empowering him. ]
Anything.
[ Pushing more clothing out of the way, he trails his kisses down, lower and lower, against bared skin and warm flesh, excited and keen for more. ]
(Its no surprise that Aki knows how to work him. His hands explore him like a familiar territory, following all of the right paths, knowing where all of the best spots are. It never gets old. If anything, he looks forward to it every time, always excited, knowing he'll never be disappointed. A year ago, he could never imagine this. He would have laughed and brushed it all off, joke about how easily he'd die from boredom if he had to experience the same thing again and again.
But he's never bored. Even when he knows what will happen next, he finds himself surprised by how good everything is. How did this happen? How did he find this man? How did he fall so hard? How did he get so lucky? How did he find someone so good who takes care of him so good who makes him feel so good, good, good.
Even the pain is good. Sharp but soft, breaking skin and making him whine with pleasure. It's just right. Perfect. His eyes are bright and sharp, practically glowing in the dim, natural light of their room. Clouded with lust, everything feels so perfect and he spreads his legs wider to make room for Aki. He shudders and his cock twitches when he feels the familiar shape of Aki against him and he moves to rub against him.
All the while, Aki gets further and further away, going lower, lower, lower. He tries to keep a hold of him. Digging his clothes, pulling his shirt loose until there's just a bunch of fabric gathered messily in his hands. It feels like Aki could slip from his fingers like this and he tugs at him, pulling him closer like his life depends on him. No, not "like." If cranes mate for life than his life surely depends on him.)
Take it off.
(He knows Aki. If he doesn't remind him, he'll devote himself wholly, he'll neglect himself.)
I want to feel you.
(Grinding against Aki, his erection obvious against the delicate lace, heavy against the weight of Aki's trousers,)
I won't let you--
(Go lower. Do more. Take him. Fuck him. He groans before he can complete his thought. He lets go only to hook his finger over the knot of his tie, tugging at his collar, )
[ Having Tsurumaru wrapped up for him like this, beautiful and perfect, being able to reach out and touch him, to see the flesh of his body, the flush of his skin, the way he shifts and moves and moans... Is Aki meant to be stoic, to pretend as if this isn't delightful, isn't wonderful, isn't all that he could dream of and more? He enjoys being able to take care of people, to be the relied on for it, slipping into the role with an ease of childhood burdens, but this...
Tsurumaru makes him enjoy the desire that burns inside him, the gleeful way he can lean in to nip at skin, the press of nails against him, the soft curve of his body mirrored against lines of muscle. If Tsurumaru could read all the thoughts in his head, could unpin the layers of want and desire that burn inside him, the desperation and the need that makes every part of him feel alight with fire, then he might be embarrassed. The truth is, of course, that their rings give enough away that he might have some indication.
Leaning back, he lifts his hands and tugs at his tie, undoing the knot around his neck before he reaches up. He's careful, thumb pressing into the gentle shift of Tsurumaru's wrist before he begins to bind them together, high above his head, watching with dark eyes and a neediness that is impossible to disguise or pretend to ignore. Darling, he's called, dearest, the shift in language captivating him, and with the poetic way Tsurumaru speaks to him it's so painfully intentional.
Leaning down, he kisses him again, urging him to raise his bound hands above his head and keep them there. ]
I'm going to enjoy myself. I am going to touch every part of you that I want, because you are a gift for me.
[ Kisses continue, along his jaw again, even as Aki's hand slips between their legs to deliberately press against Tsurumaru's cock. ]
Then I'm going to unwrap you, and I am going to fuck you, because you're mine.
[ Aki is his, too, but he doesn't think that needs saying. ]
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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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[ Consent is, unfortunately, sexy, and having been around someone like Denji who is so easily led into doing this or that, Aki is painfully aware of how easy it is to say yes to something. There's something hedonistic and dangerous about being told that he can take, he can have, that he can devour someone as beautiful and precious as Tsurumaru, but he has to resist the urge to give into it and snatch all of that for himself.
He wants Tsurumaru, wants to mark him with kisses and claim him as his own, to press close and leave the bruise of his fingertips against his hips, but only if that's what is wanted. Aki has seen and heard enough of the worst of humanity to recognise how badly things can go.
Aki saw Denji after Himeno. He didn't think about it much then, but later...
T-shirt gone, chest to chest, they're warm and soft against one another, skin a blush of want and desire, need thrumming through Aki like a lurch. How long has it been since he felt this kind of desire? Too long, and never with the emotion to back it up, never with the utter longing that goes hand in hand with it, like if he doesn't kiss Tsurumaru then he might die.
His lips trail along his collarbone, his chest, brushing a nipple until he's moving lower and lower, to his waistband. Aki's eyes flick up, watching him. ]
... You did say devour.
[ Hands move, spreading Tsurumaru a little more, fingers sliding beneath the waistband of his clothes to tug, gently, watching his face. ]
Tell me to do it. Tell me, and I'll give you everything you ask for, Tsuru.
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(It's easy to answer. It's easy to admit when they're like this. When he's like this. All he's ever had to do was simply be and he would be taken. He only ever had to be beautiful. He only ever had to be commanded and led. So it's easy to just give himself to someone else and when it's someone like Aki, someone who treats him so well and cares for him so much it's even easier.
He shivers. His heart dances. He smiles and hums, so happy and pleased. He shifts and rolls his hips, raising them ever so slightly to help Aki strip him down--
and he freezes.
Gold eyes lock with his bright blue and there's a flash of something in his eyes. Genuinely surprised, so caught off guard he's stunned. His jaw drops, mouth hanging open to respond but all that comes out is,)
I--
(He's been taken before. His history is a messy one, tainted with dishonorable acts. He'd been snatched from the grave, stolen from shrines, passed around more like a hand-me-down than a treasure. He could never say a thing. He could only ever follow. Even when the saniwa summoned him, when asked if he would serve them, he'd simply given himself over to the cause and followed every order.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga is indirect. He's flighty. He's vague. He often keeps his feelings to himself. He rarely expresses his own desires out loud. And now?
To have Aki look up at him, so full of want but still waiting for his say. For his command. It's like at the theme park, when he'd been so caught up in the rift's effects, so impulsive and inhibited and even then he'd been shown restraint. He'd been so good. He's still good.)
You're so...
(He's so surprised, he falters. He fumbles with his words and he covers his face. He covers his eyes to belatedly hide how taken aback he is. He covers his mouth to hide his smile and disbelief. Under his palm, between his fingers, he burns red with embarrassment. He can't believe this man.
Tell him. He has to tell him. He has to say it. Direct and for himself. Not in between the lines, no uncertainty, without any distance.)
... Me. (His voice is quiet. Too quiet. He tries again.) Suck me.
(So uncharacteristically modest for such a proud spirit.)
I want... (His voice trembles, his heart pounds. He wants. He wants he wants and he wants but he has to say it and he wills himself to slide his hand down from his eyes, to look down at Aki again. He feels so... flustered. So unrefined. ) I want to see you below me.
(His heart beats in his chest and he silently pleads for Aki to please let his audacious words be right. )
devours him
It's delicious, seeing a man fall apart for him. It's heady, watching as his words sink in, watching as the man in front of him reacts.
It's too good. He doesn't know what to do with himself. Aki doesn't know what to think other than this, and he breathes out.
It's perfect. This is perfect, Tsurumaru is perfect, and his expression is dark and intense as he licks his lips. ]
Tsuru...
[ Leaning in, Aki nuzzles at his hips, pressing idle kisses to the skin as he tugs the trousers down, to let them slide. His body moves with them, slipping off the bed to drop to his knees, unconcerned about kneeling in worship at the shrine, the mantle of this man.
Aki likes him. Aki likes him so much.
At least this is something more familiar, more recognisable than the confusion of his own feelings, because the way that two bodies work together is an intimate knowledge for him. He has been with people before, enough that he has the skill to back up the promises that he's making - as if Tsuru might disbelieve him. As if he would question what Aki offered.
Cheeks warm, flushed, body flooded with anticipation and desire, a burning need that thrums through him, Aki presses a kiss to Tsurumaru's thigh, his other hand stroking up against the soft, soft skin. His thumb presses into the skin there, even as his mouth moves higher and higher, teasing, tempting.
It's good. Tsurumaru is so good.
His hand finally wraps around Tsurumaru's cock, thumb pressing into the tip of him gently, even as he hums a pleased noise. Fingers move up and down, a tease before his mouth gets involved, dark eyes watching Tsurumaru's face before he breathes out a soft noise. ]
You are beautiful. Tsuru... My -
[ He stops himself. My Tsuru. But it's not - it's - hm.
He shakes his head, focusing, pressing a kiss where cock meets hip, desperate for the hot, heat of him.
I have you, he thinks, I have you, beautiful and perfect and hot, stunning, cock like tempered steel, an irony he can't ignore.
A little more teasing, he thinks, a little more nudging and pushing forward, and then perhaps he'll give in to his own desperate desires. ]
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Everything suddenly feels so sensitive. More than it should. More than he'd ever expect. He's stripped down to nothing but it feels like nothing compared to how exposed he feels from his words. He holds his face, covering his mouth and bites on his knuckle. He lets out a shuddered breath and every part of him tenses with anticipation.
He has Aki down on his knees below him and... it's like he'd said. It's what he said he wanted. He starts to whisper but what comes out instead is a soft whine. Sensitive. He's so, so sensitive and he feels so hard already. He's barely even been touched and he feels like he's on fire.
Because of him, he thinks through the haze and he pulls his hand away from his face to twist fingers into the sheets, to brace himself when he already feels like he could become so completely undone. No, he already is.
Beautiful. He thinks he's beautiful? Like this? Undone and going mad, weak and so vulnerable. Before he can process anymore, he mewls, soft and needy, shifting to chase more of this feeling and then lets out another whine, louder, desperate, )
Teasing me... (He's being teased and it's maddening and he manages to flash an audacious smile at him, ) You have a lot of nerve...!
(And he laughs breathily. He can't keep up his act.)
Keep going. (And his cock twitches. It feels good to give commands, especially when he knows he can be rewarded. Raising a hand, he stretches to just barely brush Aki's cheek, down his jawline, ) I know what you can do with that mouth of yours.
(He's felt it plenty by now.
And there it is in his eyes. Shining brightly in the dimly lit room, burning like a gold flame, pupils constricted into narrow slits, his true nature revealing itself just 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,)
Aki.
(Please.)
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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's wearing a yukata. It'll be obvious to Tsurumaru that he's into this, that he wants him so desperately, but he doesn't care. He doesn't care if Tsurumaru can see it, because it's all for him, just for him, and Aki is going to give into it without pause, without hesitation, because he adores him.
Arms bracketing the other man's head, he leans down, sliding their mouths together again, biting his mouth and grinding into him, deliberate, seeking it out.
The request has Aki groaning against Tsurumaru's skin, hesitating there and breathing out against his jaw, his neck, shivering a little as he gives himself a moment to shove himself together, to stop himself from going utterly crazy from how much he wants him. He feels so painfully desperate, so painfully needy, and he shifts to start to push the fabric away from his lover's body, unable to hide his enthusiasm. ]
Anything.
[ Shifting, Aki slots himself between Tsurumaru's legs, tugging him close even as he tries to focus, to keep himself in control. He doesn't care how, he wants him, and it sounds like honey to his ears, making him close his eyes a moment to breathe out a sharp sound. ]
I'll take care of you. You've been so good, Tsuru...
[ His hands drift down, stroking over his chest, his hips, thumbs pressing in as he gazes at him, adoring. ]
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Ah.
(Maybe it's because he's a sword. This is love. They're making love. But he wants to fight. He doesn't want to be bested easily. He nips back at Aki's mouth, perhaps with a little more edge than he should. He's been here before, there's no need to take it slow and explore, not when he already knows what he wants, tongues dancing as he hums and muses pleasantly.
Cool air touches bare skin and he looks down. Their robes are a mess now, riding up and coming more undone with each deliberate move. His eyes linger. He's like this because of him. They're like this because of each other.
He positions himself for Aki, long and nimble legs spreading and bracing either side. Pulled closer, he yelps with surprise and reaches to wrap one arms around him once more, slipping under the collar of Aki's kimono, hooking around him.
He'll take care of him. He's been good. Simple promises and simple praises but for something like him, it's all he wants to be. Taken care of, the perfect sword for one person alone, adored at someone's side, held in loving hands,)
I'll still surprise you. (It's a threat. It's a promise.) But for you... (He mewls, ) I can try.
(He can be good for him. Maybe that's why now, he tries to show some restraint. His chest rises and falls with heavy, controlled breaths. His skin tingles and he trembles when Aki's hands brush across his nipples, down the soft flesh of his stomach.
Lowly,)
Aki. (Batting his lashes, smiling demurely as he asks sweetly with edge,) Please?
(Please, please, please. Isn't he being good?)
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What would make him good enough? What would make this good enough for Tsurumaru? Nothing in his mind registers as being just perfect enough for this man, but he wants to try.
Aki has never wanted to try this hard at something sweet and romantic before. Quick, casual fucks after a mission, desperate reminders of surviving and being alive, they don't compare to this. They could never compare to the strange, uncertain feeling of tumbling into bed with someone who cares about him in return, dragging his heart with him.
Swallowing, he trails his mouth down, kissing his neck, his collarbone, tongue flicking over a nipple, curling over his stomach, deliberately teasing along his hip. He doesn't want to wait, not when Tsurumaru is offering himself, baring himself, and explorative fingers begin to touch and tease.
Surprise him, love him, cherish him - Aki wants it all, jealous and possessive and needy all at once. ]
You don't have to beg. I promised, I'll take care of you.
[ A kiss to his hip, and then he's hesitating, looking around. He could lean in and just take Tsurumaru into his mouth, worship him, but he wants more than that. He wants to jealously keep this for himself, to join with him in the joy of their holiday together, wrapped warmly in their love and affection.
Leaning back, he leans over for his bag. So what if he was prepared? ]
Hold still for me.
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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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Fingers keep touching, keep exploring, and Tsuru makes such sweet noises for him that all he can do is give him what he wants. More, he asks, and Aki breathes out, leaning in to kiss him sweetly, to kiss him gently, before he succumbs to his own want. The kiss comes harder, a little more intense, delicious and perfect, and his hands begin to do what he wants.
Angling Tsurumaru's leg, he rocks himself forward, grinding his growing erection against Tsurumaru, the fabric of his trousers not good enough against what he knows is the sweet sensation of lace and silk. It's frustrating, leaning back and breathing out, gazing down at his lover, his fiancé, with warmth and tenderness empowering him. ]
Anything.
[ Pushing more clothing out of the way, he trails his kisses down, lower and lower, against bared skin and warm flesh, excited and keen for more. ]
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But he's never bored. Even when he knows what will happen next, he finds himself surprised by how good everything is. How did this happen? How did he find this man? How did he fall so hard? How did he get so lucky? How did he find someone so good who takes care of him so good who makes him feel so good, good, good.
Even the pain is good. Sharp but soft, breaking skin and making him whine with pleasure. It's just right. Perfect. His eyes are bright and sharp, practically glowing in the dim, natural light of their room. Clouded with lust, everything feels so perfect and he spreads his legs wider to make room for Aki. He shudders and his cock twitches when he feels the familiar shape of Aki against him and he moves to rub against him.
All the while, Aki gets further and further away, going lower, lower, lower. He tries to keep a hold of him. Digging his clothes, pulling his shirt loose until there's just a bunch of fabric gathered messily in his hands. It feels like Aki could slip from his fingers like this and he tugs at him, pulling him closer like his life depends on him. No, not "like." If cranes mate for life than his life surely depends on him.)
Take it off.
(He knows Aki. If he doesn't remind him, he'll devote himself wholly, he'll neglect himself.)
I want to feel you.
(Grinding against Aki, his erection obvious against the delicate lace, heavy against the weight of Aki's trousers,)
I won't let you--
(Go lower. Do more. Take him. Fuck him. He groans before he can complete his thought. He lets go only to hook his finger over the knot of his tie, tugging at his collar, )
Remember to have fun, you.
(Darling, dearest.)
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[ Having Tsurumaru wrapped up for him like this, beautiful and perfect, being able to reach out and touch him, to see the flesh of his body, the flush of his skin, the way he shifts and moves and moans... Is Aki meant to be stoic, to pretend as if this isn't delightful, isn't wonderful, isn't all that he could dream of and more? He enjoys being able to take care of people, to be the relied on for it, slipping into the role with an ease of childhood burdens, but this...
Tsurumaru makes him enjoy the desire that burns inside him, the gleeful way he can lean in to nip at skin, the press of nails against him, the soft curve of his body mirrored against lines of muscle. If Tsurumaru could read all the thoughts in his head, could unpin the layers of want and desire that burn inside him, the desperation and the need that makes every part of him feel alight with fire, then he might be embarrassed. The truth is, of course, that their rings give enough away that he might have some indication.
Leaning back, he lifts his hands and tugs at his tie, undoing the knot around his neck before he reaches up. He's careful, thumb pressing into the gentle shift of Tsurumaru's wrist before he begins to bind them together, high above his head, watching with dark eyes and a neediness that is impossible to disguise or pretend to ignore. Darling, he's called, dearest, the shift in language captivating him, and with the poetic way Tsurumaru speaks to him it's so painfully intentional.
Leaning down, he kisses him again, urging him to raise his bound hands above his head and keep them there. ]
I'm going to enjoy myself. I am going to touch every part of you that I want, because you are a gift for me.
[ Kisses continue, along his jaw again, even as Aki's hand slips between their legs to deliberately press against Tsurumaru's cock. ]
Then I'm going to unwrap you, and I am going to fuck you, because you're mine.
[ Aki is his, too, but he doesn't think that needs saying. ]
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