[ 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? ]
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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.