No one has seen quite as many of his darkest moments as Tsurumaru has - not Denji, not Himeno, not Makima. No one has felt the weight of his emotions or comforted him in the darkest of his moments, no one has held him or loved him like this. Tsurumaru is special, so desperately special to him, and Aki wants to show that in every touch and every moment of tender sweetness they share.
Fingers brush absently over the soft skin of Tsurumaru's thigh, his nose nudging as he leaves a kiss there. He's tempted to leave marks, too, little bruises and bites to show his affection and his possessiveness, the urge to keep this secret that no one else could witness. For a moment, he lets his teeth scrape before he laughs softly, turning his gaze back to the flushed mess of a man in front of him. ]
I love you. I'll keep loving you.
[ And he means it as well, earnest and honest and filled with an intensity that he cannot possibly begin to try to hide or say anything about. Instead, he leans down and maintains one of his favourite things to do with and to Tsurumaru: to touch him, to taste him, to take him into his mouth and pleasure him, because it feels right and good.
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[ And isn't that the truth?
No one has seen quite as many of his darkest moments as Tsurumaru has - not Denji, not Himeno, not Makima. No one has felt the weight of his emotions or comforted him in the darkest of his moments, no one has held him or loved him like this. Tsurumaru is special, so desperately special to him, and Aki wants to show that in every touch and every moment of tender sweetness they share.
Fingers brush absently over the soft skin of Tsurumaru's thigh, his nose nudging as he leaves a kiss there. He's tempted to leave marks, too, little bruises and bites to show his affection and his possessiveness, the urge to keep this secret that no one else could witness. For a moment, he lets his teeth scrape before he laughs softly, turning his gaze back to the flushed mess of a man in front of him. ]
I love you. I'll keep loving you.
[ And he means it as well, earnest and honest and filled with an intensity that he cannot possibly begin to try to hide or say anything about. Instead, he leans down and maintains one of his favourite things to do with and to Tsurumaru: to touch him, to taste him, to take him into his mouth and pleasure him, because it feels right and good.
Aki is happy, worshipping him like this. ]