Teeth on skin, biting, the weight of Tsurumaru pushing him down into the bed, soft skin and warm caress blindsided by the piecing pain of teeth - it makes him burn, it makes him want, fire igniting inside of him again, and if he had any measure of strength inside him he’d be hard again, ready for Tsurumaru to do as he pleases, ready for him to give or take, it didn’t even matter.
Closing his eyes and tilting his head back, he breathes out as he listens to each and every single word, basking in the sheer and utter pleasure of it, the way that he feels as if he’s come to life, something breathed into him from the sheer passion of the moment, an explosion of feelings.
His Aki, Tsurumaru says, and Aki moans with it, delight at being possessed, at being claimed, belonging. His Aki, and his Tsuru, wrapped up together with pleasure and desire, his heart beating too loud in his chest. He didn’t think he could have feelings like this any more. He didn’t think he could have happiness like this any more.
Aki didn’t think he could stumble so close to love, like and desire mixing together to create something new and exciting, wonderful and frightening.
Tilting his head back, giving Tsurumaru room and space, he groans, fingers stroking over his legs, his hips, any soft skin he can reach. He just wants to touch, to anchor himself, victim to every piece of joy that Tsurumaru is offering him. ]
Tsuru… Tsuru…
[ Moaning his name, claiming it, ambrosia on his tongue. ]
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Teeth on skin, biting, the weight of Tsurumaru pushing him down into the bed, soft skin and warm caress blindsided by the piecing pain of teeth - it makes him burn, it makes him want, fire igniting inside of him again, and if he had any measure of strength inside him he’d be hard again, ready for Tsurumaru to do as he pleases, ready for him to give or take, it didn’t even matter.
Closing his eyes and tilting his head back, he breathes out as he listens to each and every single word, basking in the sheer and utter pleasure of it, the way that he feels as if he’s come to life, something breathed into him from the sheer passion of the moment, an explosion of feelings.
His Aki, Tsurumaru says, and Aki moans with it, delight at being possessed, at being claimed, belonging. His Aki, and his Tsuru, wrapped up together with pleasure and desire, his heart beating too loud in his chest. He didn’t think he could have feelings like this any more. He didn’t think he could have happiness like this any more.
Aki didn’t think he could stumble so close to love, like and desire mixing together to create something new and exciting, wonderful and frightening.
Tilting his head back, giving Tsurumaru room and space, he groans, fingers stroking over his legs, his hips, any soft skin he can reach. He just wants to touch, to anchor himself, victim to every piece of joy that Tsurumaru is offering him. ]
Tsuru… Tsuru…
[ Moaning his name, claiming it, ambrosia on his tongue. ]
I’ll be yours. You can bite me again.