[ 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.

[ Cheeks hot and warm, Aki breathes out. ]

I want you, Tsuru. My Tsuru.