[ Aki can't help the way that he mirrors and reacts, too lost in his own want and pleasure to really use his mind properly; he can't focus on the fact that he should be saying other things, that he should find better words, and instead gets caught in this loop. How can he think beyond this moment when Tsurumaru is so beautiful, cock hard and fingers soft, explorative and promising?
He wants to kiss him, wants to touch him, devour him, would spend hours between the other man's legs worshipping him if he was allowed. He doesn't find too much to hate in the idea of Tsurumaru being a mess of pleasure in front of him, the ache of his throat as he pleasures him, the taste of their joy in one another's bodies lingering.
Tsurumaru is beautiful. The words are trapped on his tongue as he stares.
His partner is soft, settled, taken what he wants, and it means Aki leans up, cheeks flushed and breath hot, wrapping around him and drawing him closer. It's hard to reach his mouth from the angle, but he does what he can, biting at his lip and groaning at the touch, the press of their bodies and the draw of pleasure that he can feel being summoning from him.
Groaning, he nods his head. ]
Tsuru... I like you so much. I'm yours.
[ Captured, owned, cherished; Aki is all those things. He can't say it, but he loves him, likes him more than words, his hips jerking up gently to chase the feeling. ]
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He wants to kiss him, wants to touch him, devour him, would spend hours between the other man's legs worshipping him if he was allowed. He doesn't find too much to hate in the idea of Tsurumaru being a mess of pleasure in front of him, the ache of his throat as he pleasures him, the taste of their joy in one another's bodies lingering.
Tsurumaru is beautiful. The words are trapped on his tongue as he stares.
His partner is soft, settled, taken what he wants, and it means Aki leans up, cheeks flushed and breath hot, wrapping around him and drawing him closer. It's hard to reach his mouth from the angle, but he does what he can, biting at his lip and groaning at the touch, the press of their bodies and the draw of pleasure that he can feel being summoning from him.
Groaning, he nods his head. ]
Tsuru... I like you so much. I'm yours.
[ Captured, owned, cherished; Aki is all those things. He can't say it, but he loves him, likes him more than words, his hips jerking up gently to chase the feeling. ]