(Its no surprise that Aki knows how to work him. His hands explore him like a familiar territory, following all of the right paths, knowing where all of the best spots are. It never gets old. If anything, he looks forward to it every time, always excited, knowing he'll never be disappointed. A year ago, he could never imagine this. He would have laughed and brushed it all off, joke about how easily he'd die from boredom if he had to experience the same thing again and again.
But he's never bored. Even when he knows what will happen next, he finds himself surprised by how good everything is. How did this happen? How did he find this man? How did he fall so hard? How did he get so lucky? How did he find someone so good who takes care of him so good who makes him feel so good, good, good.
Even the pain is good. Sharp but soft, breaking skin and making him whine with pleasure. It's just right. Perfect. His eyes are bright and sharp, practically glowing in the dim, natural light of their room. Clouded with lust, everything feels so perfect and he spreads his legs wider to make room for Aki. He shudders and his cock twitches when he feels the familiar shape of Aki against him and he moves to rub against him.
All the while, Aki gets further and further away, going lower, lower, lower. He tries to keep a hold of him. Digging his clothes, pulling his shirt loose until there's just a bunch of fabric gathered messily in his hands. It feels like Aki could slip from his fingers like this and he tugs at him, pulling him closer like his life depends on him. No, not "like." If cranes mate for life than his life surely depends on him.)
Take it off.
(He knows Aki. If he doesn't remind him, he'll devote himself wholly, he'll neglect himself.)
I want to feel you.
(Grinding against Aki, his erection obvious against the delicate lace, heavy against the weight of Aki's trousers,)
I won't let you--
(Go lower. Do more. Take him. Fuck him. He groans before he can complete his thought. He lets go only to hook his finger over the knot of his tie, tugging at his collar, )
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But he's never bored. Even when he knows what will happen next, he finds himself surprised by how good everything is. How did this happen? How did he find this man? How did he fall so hard? How did he get so lucky? How did he find someone so good who takes care of him so good who makes him feel so good, good, good.
Even the pain is good. Sharp but soft, breaking skin and making him whine with pleasure. It's just right. Perfect. His eyes are bright and sharp, practically glowing in the dim, natural light of their room. Clouded with lust, everything feels so perfect and he spreads his legs wider to make room for Aki. He shudders and his cock twitches when he feels the familiar shape of Aki against him and he moves to rub against him.
All the while, Aki gets further and further away, going lower, lower, lower. He tries to keep a hold of him. Digging his clothes, pulling his shirt loose until there's just a bunch of fabric gathered messily in his hands. It feels like Aki could slip from his fingers like this and he tugs at him, pulling him closer like his life depends on him. No, not "like." If cranes mate for life than his life surely depends on him.)
Take it off.
(He knows Aki. If he doesn't remind him, he'll devote himself wholly, he'll neglect himself.)
I want to feel you.
(Grinding against Aki, his erection obvious against the delicate lace, heavy against the weight of Aki's trousers,)
I won't let you--
(Go lower. Do more. Take him. Fuck him. He groans before he can complete his thought. He lets go only to hook his finger over the knot of his tie, tugging at his collar, )
Remember to have fun, you.
(Darling, dearest.)