(If only Aki knew that just being himself was enough. It's more than enough.
The lower Aki goes down on him, the further Tsurumaru's hold on him reaches. From hanging on from his neck to running his hand down his back. He can feel the way his body is so alert, muscles tight, skin burning with desire. Lower, lower, and he stretches to still keep Aki at his fingertips. It takes every bit of his self-control to just hold on and do nothing more but he can't help it.
Sensitive to every sensation, aware of every feeling, a jolt runs through him and his hold body twitches from sensitivity. By reflex, he digs his nails into skin and drags as the wave rides through him, from his center twisting with want, up the curve of his spine, and escaping with a sharp cry.
"He doesn't have to beg," he says but then why does he make him want so desperate for more?
Aki slips from his fingers and he lifts himself, grabbing a fistful of the blankets to brace himself. He sighs,)
Hah...?
(His eyes flash with confusion and desire. Why did he stop? Where is he going? The only thing that stops him from sitting up properly is Aki's command.
Slumping back into the futon, he runs a hand over his face, pushing back his bangs, grabbing a handful of his own hair and whines. Impatiently, he reaches for his cock but stops just short, instead, grasping at his kimono. By now, he's practically exposed, his kimono just barely keeping on.
Stay still. He doesn't have to beg. He knows Aki will take care of him and he let's out a long, controlled sigh to try and calm himself. This is it. A chance to catch his breath after their frenzy. Breathily,)
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The lower Aki goes down on him, the further Tsurumaru's hold on him reaches. From hanging on from his neck to running his hand down his back. He can feel the way his body is so alert, muscles tight, skin burning with desire. Lower, lower, and he stretches to still keep Aki at his fingertips. It takes every bit of his self-control to just hold on and do nothing more but he can't help it.
Sensitive to every sensation, aware of every feeling, a jolt runs through him and his hold body twitches from sensitivity. By reflex, he digs his nails into skin and drags as the wave rides through him, from his center twisting with want, up the curve of his spine, and escaping with a sharp cry.
"He doesn't have to beg," he says but then why does he make him want so desperate for more?
Aki slips from his fingers and he lifts himself, grabbing a fistful of the blankets to brace himself. He sighs,)
Hah...?
(His eyes flash with confusion and desire. Why did he stop? Where is he going? The only thing that stops him from sitting up properly is Aki's command.
Slumping back into the futon, he runs a hand over his face, pushing back his bangs, grabbing a handful of his own hair and whines. Impatiently, he reaches for his cock but stops just short, instead, grasping at his kimono. By now, he's practically exposed, his kimono just barely keeping on.
Stay still. He doesn't have to beg. He knows Aki will take care of him and he let's out a long, controlled sigh to try and calm himself. This is it. A chance to catch his breath after their frenzy. Breathily,)
You really... planned everything...