[ The sounds that Tsurumaru makes are addictive, and Aki breathes out sharply through his nose, closing his eyes and letting himself bask. He laughs softly against his skin, turning properly to kiss at his thigh, to deliberately bite, to suck, to leave a mark, distracted by the taste of him, the soft moans, the whines, all of it so perfect and so wonderful, and it's driving him insane.
Kissing his hip, he swallows, expression warm. ]
I'm just getting started.
[ Even as he goes back to deliberately taking Tsurumaru's cock into his mouth, his nails are digging into the leg he's holding, his fingers are reaching for supplies, and his intention is obvious - he reaches so that he can press fingers against Tsurumaru, to prepare him even as he tortures him. ]
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Kissing his hip, he swallows, expression warm. ]
I'm just getting started.
[ Even as he goes back to deliberately taking Tsurumaru's cock into his mouth, his nails are digging into the leg he's holding, his fingers are reaching for supplies, and his intention is obvious - he reaches so that he can press fingers against Tsurumaru, to prepare him even as he tortures him. ]