[ It's good, it's always good, and Aki doesn't know how to say it beyond his soft noises and desperate, quiet little noises, breathless. Pressing into Tsurumaru always feels good, being with him is always perfect, but it's as if his mind consciously forgets how incredible it is until they're together again. Perhaps he's just insane, rationalising his pleasure in whatever way that makes sense, but...
Wrapped around Tsurumaru, he leans into the kiss, nudging against him and groaning softly, pressing his face into his lover's neck and squeezing his eyes shut.
It's - everything. Tsurumaru is everything. ]
I love you. I love you so much...
[ His hips rock, Aki lets Tsurumaru hang around him, hang off him, and lets himself use his own strength to grind into him. His cheeks are flushed, his own hair is sticking to his face, but - but -
he can't think of anything but his need to see Tsurumaru come for him. ]
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Wrapped around Tsurumaru, he leans into the kiss, nudging against him and groaning softly, pressing his face into his lover's neck and squeezing his eyes shut.
It's - everything. Tsurumaru is everything. ]
I love you. I love you so much...
[ His hips rock, Aki lets Tsurumaru hang around him, hang off him, and lets himself use his own strength to grind into him. His cheeks are flushed, his own hair is sticking to his face, but - but -
he can't think of anything but his need to see Tsurumaru come for him. ]