[ Having Tsurumaru wrapped up for him like this, beautiful and perfect, being able to reach out and touch him, to see the flesh of his body, the flush of his skin, the way he shifts and moves and moans... Is Aki meant to be stoic, to pretend as if this isn't delightful, isn't wonderful, isn't all that he could dream of and more? He enjoys being able to take care of people, to be the relied on for it, slipping into the role with an ease of childhood burdens, but this...
Tsurumaru makes him enjoy the desire that burns inside him, the gleeful way he can lean in to nip at skin, the press of nails against him, the soft curve of his body mirrored against lines of muscle. If Tsurumaru could read all the thoughts in his head, could unpin the layers of want and desire that burn inside him, the desperation and the need that makes every part of him feel alight with fire, then he might be embarrassed. The truth is, of course, that their rings give enough away that he might have some indication.
Leaning back, he lifts his hands and tugs at his tie, undoing the knot around his neck before he reaches up. He's careful, thumb pressing into the gentle shift of Tsurumaru's wrist before he begins to bind them together, high above his head, watching with dark eyes and a neediness that is impossible to disguise or pretend to ignore. Darling, he's called, dearest, the shift in language captivating him, and with the poetic way Tsurumaru speaks to him it's so painfully intentional.
Leaning down, he kisses him again, urging him to raise his bound hands above his head and keep them there. ]
I'm going to enjoy myself. I am going to touch every part of you that I want, because you are a gift for me.
[ Kisses continue, along his jaw again, even as Aki's hand slips between their legs to deliberately press against Tsurumaru's cock. ]
Then I'm going to unwrap you, and I am going to fuck you, because you're mine.
[ Aki is his, too, but he doesn't think that needs saying. ]
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[ Having Tsurumaru wrapped up for him like this, beautiful and perfect, being able to reach out and touch him, to see the flesh of his body, the flush of his skin, the way he shifts and moves and moans... Is Aki meant to be stoic, to pretend as if this isn't delightful, isn't wonderful, isn't all that he could dream of and more? He enjoys being able to take care of people, to be the relied on for it, slipping into the role with an ease of childhood burdens, but this...
Tsurumaru makes him enjoy the desire that burns inside him, the gleeful way he can lean in to nip at skin, the press of nails against him, the soft curve of his body mirrored against lines of muscle. If Tsurumaru could read all the thoughts in his head, could unpin the layers of want and desire that burn inside him, the desperation and the need that makes every part of him feel alight with fire, then he might be embarrassed. The truth is, of course, that their rings give enough away that he might have some indication.
Leaning back, he lifts his hands and tugs at his tie, undoing the knot around his neck before he reaches up. He's careful, thumb pressing into the gentle shift of Tsurumaru's wrist before he begins to bind them together, high above his head, watching with dark eyes and a neediness that is impossible to disguise or pretend to ignore. Darling, he's called, dearest, the shift in language captivating him, and with the poetic way Tsurumaru speaks to him it's so painfully intentional.
Leaning down, he kisses him again, urging him to raise his bound hands above his head and keep them there. ]
I'm going to enjoy myself. I am going to touch every part of you that I want, because you are a gift for me.
[ Kisses continue, along his jaw again, even as Aki's hand slips between their legs to deliberately press against Tsurumaru's cock. ]
Then I'm going to unwrap you, and I am going to fuck you, because you're mine.
[ Aki is his, too, but he doesn't think that needs saying. ]