(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?
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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?)