[ The temptation to crawl between Tsurumaru's legs and touch him, kiss him, devour him, is overwhelming, and it takes Aki a little moment or two to realise that it's something he's allowed to do. He's allowed to reach out and touch him, to drag his strong, calloused hands along the soft skin of his arms, to his chest, to touch and tease. They're devoted to one another, they're in love, they're bound, and he can do this.
Tsurumaru wants him to do this.
Feeling the shiver of it run through his body and bite at his heels, the desire possesses him as if he's some kind of monster, he has to pause to breathe, to drink in the image of his partner in front of him. Bound by Aki's tie, stretched out, flushed and beautiful... He wants to lean down and kiss him and never stop, wants to feel the soreness of his mouth later, lips red and bruised from how long he has spent kissing this man. It's pathetically alluring, and he has to force himself to focus.
More than anything else, he wants to love and worship Tsurumaru.
Leaning in, he steals more of those kisses, long and slow drags of his mouth against Tsurumaru's, biting at his lip, deepening the kiss and taking what he wants, allowing himself to. He's in charge right now, devoted to Tsurumaru's pleasure as much as his own, stroking his fingers against the sharpness of his hipbones before he groans out a soft, ragged noise. ]
They knew me better than I knew myself.
[ And now he's kissing along the line of skin and lace, hooking one of Tsurumaru's legs over his shoulders. His intention is probably obvious. ]
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Tsurumaru wants him to do this.
Feeling the shiver of it run through his body and bite at his heels, the desire possesses him as if he's some kind of monster, he has to pause to breathe, to drink in the image of his partner in front of him. Bound by Aki's tie, stretched out, flushed and beautiful... He wants to lean down and kiss him and never stop, wants to feel the soreness of his mouth later, lips red and bruised from how long he has spent kissing this man. It's pathetically alluring, and he has to force himself to focus.
More than anything else, he wants to love and worship Tsurumaru.
Leaning in, he steals more of those kisses, long and slow drags of his mouth against Tsurumaru's, biting at his lip, deepening the kiss and taking what he wants, allowing himself to. He's in charge right now, devoted to Tsurumaru's pleasure as much as his own, stroking his fingers against the sharpness of his hipbones before he groans out a soft, ragged noise. ]
They knew me better than I knew myself.
[ And now he's kissing along the line of skin and lace, hooking one of Tsurumaru's legs over his shoulders. His intention is probably obvious. ]
You're so good for me, Tsurumaru. So good to me.