(For someone who has always taken pride in his composure and is renowned for his careful words and ability to keep a clear head, right now, he must seem like a different person. He feels like a totally different person. He cries out without shame and all of his usual poetry is lost. The only thing he can think about is how much he wants this with every nerve in his being.
His heartbeat skips, it flutters, and it feels like it might burst from his chest with how full he feels. He feels so hot he might be reforged into something new and there's that stead, wonderful rhythm that reverberates through his entire body. Faster, harder, more, more, and he shudders when he feels Aki's hand around him. For something like him, one of the simplest and greatest of pleasures is just being held and feeling someone's touch and he becomes lost in that familiar touch-- strong but gentle, rough but soft. It's only now that he realizes he feels some wetness, unable to hold it all back. Knowing that he can't keep holding it back.
He makes a sound of something like a whine and a laugh from the back of his throat and the last thing Aki will see before he throws himself against Aki is a smile; excited, giddy, a little sloppy at the corners, but so perfectly pleased. Arms around Aki, burying his face into his neck, he moans and hums into him as he finally becomes undone for him. He clings to every part of him as he comes into Aki's hand and there's a long, drawn moment where his entire body feels wired and on edge only for him to finally relax, become a little more boneless, and take a moment to recover his senses.
His cock twitches, still not completely spent, and he can still feel him inside him. In fact, he feels even more aware now that his head has begun to clear post-release. Breathily,)
Ooh. (He moves his hips slowly, carefully and almost curses,) Fu--
(Sensitive, so much more aware now that he catches himself and cuts himself short by pressing kisses against him. )
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His heartbeat skips, it flutters, and it feels like it might burst from his chest with how full he feels. He feels so hot he might be reforged into something new and there's that stead, wonderful rhythm that reverberates through his entire body. Faster, harder, more, more, and he shudders when he feels Aki's hand around him. For something like him, one of the simplest and greatest of pleasures is just being held and feeling someone's touch and he becomes lost in that familiar touch-- strong but gentle, rough but soft. It's only now that he realizes he feels some wetness, unable to hold it all back. Knowing that he can't keep holding it back.
He makes a sound of something like a whine and a laugh from the back of his throat and the last thing Aki will see before he throws himself against Aki is a smile; excited, giddy, a little sloppy at the corners, but so perfectly pleased. Arms around Aki, burying his face into his neck, he moans and hums into him as he finally becomes undone for him. He clings to every part of him as he comes into Aki's hand and there's a long, drawn moment where his entire body feels wired and on edge only for him to finally relax, become a little more boneless, and take a moment to recover his senses.
His cock twitches, still not completely spent, and he can still feel him inside him. In fact, he feels even more aware now that his head has begun to clear post-release. Breathily,)
Ooh. (He moves his hips slowly, carefully and almost curses,) Fu--
(Sensitive, so much more aware now that he catches himself and cuts himself short by pressing kisses against him. )